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EDITED BY 

WILLIAM T. HARRIS, Ph.D., LL.D. 



VoLmfE XXXII. 



INTERNATIONAL EDUCATION SERIES 



THE SOTOS AND MUSIC ^*^ 

OF FRIEDRICHFROEBEL'S 
MOTHER PLAY 

(MUTTER UND KOSE LIEDER) 



SONGS NEWLY TRANSLATED 
AND FURNISHED WITH NEW MUSIC 

PREPARED AND ARRANGED BY 

SUSAN E. BLOW 



"Deep meaning oft lies hid in childish play"" 

Schiller 




NE^vr^rtrSK 

D. APPLETON AND COMPANY 
1895 



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Copyright, 1895, 
By D. APPLETON AND COMPANY. 



Electrotyped and Printed 

AT THE APPLETON PrESS, U. S. A. 



EDITOE'S PEEFACE. 



The publishers have divided this work of 
Froebel in order to bring it into volumes of 
convenient size. The edition of Wichard Lange 
and the former English translations have the 
form and style of a music book. In separating 
the contents for this division, the mottoes, com- 
mentaries, and mother communings have been 
placed in the first volume, which may be called 
the Mother's volume. The songs and music are 
reserved for the present volume, which is the 
Children's volume. What it contains is suitable 
for children's ears and voices. 

As already mentioned in the preface to the 
first volume, the illustrations are reproduced 
from the large and well-executed cuts of the 
Wichard Lange edition, long since out of print, 
and now very diflB.cult to procure even from an 
antiquarian bookstore. The pictures in that edi- 
tion are large enough (6 by 9 inches) to show 
the minute details. In order to preserve these 
details the publishers of the present edition 
(size of page 3-^- by 5 inches) have been at the 
pains of repeating and enlarging the parts of 



vi EDITOR'S PREFACE. 

certain of the pictures, making in some cases 
two or three new pictures, and bringing out 
what is obscure with greater distinctness than 
is found even in the Lange edition. Inasmuch 
as the children are expected to find all these par- 
ticulars in their study of the illustrations, and 
trace out the motives of the artist, this feature 
of the work will be appreciated by all kinder- 
gartners. 

The publishers have also enlarged the Lange 
pictures to four times the size of the original, and 
printed them on a series of charts for use in the 
kindergartens, furnishing them at a moderate 
price. 

The new music herewith offered will justify 
itself as a substitute for that which has been dis- 
carded. 

I have already stated in my preface to the 
former volume the reasons that have made it 
desirable to obtain new and more poetic transla- 
tions of these Froebelian songs. I have gone 
so far as to say that ^' most of the literal imita- 
tions of Froebel's poetry have contributed in a 
greater or less degree to ruin the poetic sense of 
teachers and pupils.'' I believe that I shall be 
sustained in this opinion by all kindergartners 
possessed of genuine poetic taste, but I think 
that the versions here offered will be found sure 
to commend themselves to all who have a " lit- 
erary conscience." 

W. T. Harris. 

Washington, D. C, October, 1895. 



MISS BLOW'S PKEFACE, 



The poems in this volume are not literal 
translations of those in the original Mother Play, 
but attempts to cast Froebel's ideas into truly 
poetic form. A few songs have been added, in 
order to develop the thoughts suggested in some 
of the more important plays, and a series of Wan- 
dering Games has been given to illustrate Froe- 
bel's method of genetic evolution. A full ac- 
count of the development of these games, un- 
der Froebel's own guidance, will be found in the 
Pedagogics of the Kindergarten, pp. 247-254.* 

Since most of the melodies in the original 
Mother Play have been condemned by competent 
critics, new music is given in this volume. This 
music consists in part of melodies written by 
composers of acknowledged merit, and in part 
of selections from folk songs. The latter have 
been submitted to Mr. George L. Osgood, and 
accepted with his approval. A few of the best 
melodies in the original Mother Play have been 
retained, and, finally, some of the music of Karl 
Reineke has been used. 

* International Educational Series, vol. xxx. 
vii 



viii MISS BLOW'S PREFACE. 

Grateful acknowledgments are due to Miss 
Eleanor Smith, and to lier publishers (Messrs. Mil- 
ton Bradley and Thomas Charles), for permission 
to use eight songs from Volume I, and one song 
from Volume II of her Songs for Little Children. 
Miss Smith's books contain songs on all the 
subjects omitted in this volume (Good Morning 
Songs, Weather Songs, Songs of the Seasons, 
Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving Songs, 
Flower Songs, Gift Songs, Patriotic Songs, etc., 
as collaterals to The Greeting, The Little Gar- 
dener, and The Pigeon- House) ; and I earnestly 
hope that her interest in and generosity toward 
the Mother Play may increase the influence of 
her already well-known and popular collections. 

I desire also to express my sincere thanks to 
Mrs. Emily Huntington Miller for The Little 
Maiden, and The Stars and The Farmyard, as 
well as for her kindness in adapting The Farm- 
yard, by Mrs. Follen ; to Mrs. Eliot for The 
Cuckoo, Hide and Seek, and The Child's Prayer ; 
to Miss M. J. Garland for the poem and music of 
Play with the Limbs ; to Miss Kate L. Brown for 
The Finger Piano, and for the use of The Little 
Plant ; to Miss Emilie Poulsson for permission to 
use her poems Calling the Pigeons and The 
Weather vane ; to Miss Elizabeth C. Le Bourgeois 
for the poem of The Light-Bird ; to Miss Eleonore 
Heerwart for the use of The Trees ; to Mr. W. L. 
Tomlins for the use of Rippling, Purling Little 
River; to Oliver Ditson Co. for use of Butter- 
flies; and to Mr. Fred. Field Bullard for gener- 
ous help in the revision of music. 



MISS BLOW'S PREFACE. Jx 

Miss Emilie Poulsson^s charming volnme of 
Finger Plays is a valuable collateral to the 
Mother Play. I would call particular attention 
to The Little Men, The Little Plant, and A Little 
Boy^s Walk, as songs to be used in connection 
with The Greeting, Naming the Fingers, The Lit- 
tle Gardner, and The Pigeon House. 

Susan E. Blow. 

Cazenovia, N. Y., Nov. 2, 1895. ^ 



CONTENTS, 



PAGE 

Editor's Preface v 

Preface by Miss Blow vii 



POEMS AND PICnjKES. 

1. Play with the Limbs Emily Huntington Miller. 3 

2. Falling ! Falling ! Emilie Poulsson. 6 

3. The Weather Vane Laura E. Richards. 7 

4. The Weather Vane Emilie Poulsson. 8 

5. All Gone ! Emily Huntington Miller. 10 

6. Taste Song Nora Archibald Smith. 14 

7. Flower Song Kate L. Brown. 15 

8. Tick ! Tack ! Emily Huntington Miller. 16 

9. Mowing Grass Emilie Poulsson. IH' 

10. The Rhyme of the Bowl of Milk Emilie Poulsson. 20 

11. Beckoning the Chickens Emily Huntington Miller. 24 

12. Beckoning the Pigeons Emilie Poulsson. 28 

13. Beckoning the Pigeons Emily Huntington Miller. 28 

14. The Fish in the Brook Emily Huntington Miller. 30 

15. The Target Emily Huiitington Miller. 32 

16. Pat-a-Cake Emily Huntington Miller. 34 

17. The Kest Emily Huntington Miller.. 38 

18. The Flower Basket Emily Huntington Miller. 42 

19. The Pigeon House Emily Huntington Miller. 44 

20. Naming the Fingers Laura E. Richards. 46 

21. The Greeting Emilie Poulsson. 50 

22. The Family Emilie Poulsson. 52 

23. The Family •. Emilie Poulsson. 54 

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xii CONTENTS. 

PAGB 

24. Numbering the Fingers Emilie Poulsson. 60 

25. The Finger Piano Kate L. Brown. 62 

26. Happy Brothers and Sisters Laura E. Richards. 64 

27. Child's Prayer Henrietta R. Eliot. 64 

28. The Children on the Tower Laura E. Richards. 66 

29. The Child and the Moon Laura E. Richards. 74 

30. The Child and the Moon Emily Huntington Ililler. 76 

31. The Little Boy and the Moon. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 76 

32. The Little Maiden and the Stars. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 78 

33. The Light Bird Elizabeth Charless Le Bourgeois. 80 

34. The Shadow Babbit Laura E. Richards. 84 

35. The Wolf Laura E. Richards. 90 

36. The Wild Pig Laura E. Richards. 92 

37. The Little Window Emily Huntington Miller. 94 

38. The Little Window Laura E. Richards. 94 

39. The Window George Hyde Page. 96 

40. The Charcoal Burner Emily Hmtington Miller. 98 

41. The Carpenter Emilie Poulsson. 102 

42. The Bridge Emilie Poulsson. 106 

43. The Bridge Laura E. Richards. 108 

44. The Farmyard Grate Emily Huntington Miller. 110 

45. The Farmyard Gate. 

Mrs. Pollen, adapted by Emily Huntington Miller. 112 

46. The Garden Gate Emily Huntington 3Iiller. 114 

47. The Little Gardener Laura E. Richards. 116 

48. The Wheelwright Emily Huntington Miller. 118 

49. The Joiner Nora Archibald Smith. 124 

50. The Knights and the Good Child. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 126 

51. The Knights and the Bad Child. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 128 

52. The Knights and the Mother. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 132 

53. The Knights and the Mother. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 134 

54. Hide and Seek Henrietta R. Eliot. 136 



CONTENTS. xiii 

PAGE 

55. The Cuckoo ! Henrietta R. Eliot. 138 

56. The Toyman and the Maiden. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 140 

57. The Toyman and the Boy.. .Emily Huntington Miller. 144 

58. The Church Laura E. Richards. 148 

59. The Little Artist, Emilie Poulsson. 153 



SONGS AND GAMES. 

1. Play with the Limbs Old English (17th Century). 161 

2. Play with the Limbs Tyrolese Folk Song. 163 

3. Falling! Falling ! Fred. Field Bullard. 163 

4. The Weather Vane George L. Osgood. 164 

5. The Weather Vane. 

Arr. from Robert Kohl, ly Eleanor Smith. 164 

6. The Trees " . . .Eleanor Heerwart. 165 

7. The Windmill ,, .Adolph Jensen. 166 

8. Wind Song Eleanor Smith. 168 

9. All Gone Fred. Field Bullard. 169 

10. Taste— Guessing Game Fred. Field Bullard. 171 

11. Flower Song Scotch 3Ielody. 172 

12. Flower Song Carl ReinecJce. 173 

13. Tick-Tack! Carl Rei7iecke. 174 

14. Tick ! Tack ! Eleanor Smith. 175 

15. Mowing Grass German Folk Song. 176 

16. Beckoning the Chickens W. W. Gilchrist. 177 

17. Beckoning the Pigeons. 

Arr. from Carl Reinecke, by Eleanor Smith. 178 

18. The Fish in the Brook. 

Arr. from Robert Kohl, by Eleanor Smith. 179 

19. The Fish in the Brook. 

Adapted from Johannes Brahms, by Eleanor Smith. 180 

20. The Caterpillar Eleanor Smith. 181 

31. Butterflies Elizabeth U. Emerso7i. 182 

33. The Flying Bird W.W. Gilchrist. 183 

33. The Target Fred. Field Bullard. 185 

34. Pat-a-Cake Alsatian Folk Song. 186 

25. The Mill Wheel Carl Reinecke. 187 



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PAGE 

26. The Farmer Swiss Folk Song. 188 

27. The Bird's Nest. 

An: from Rohert Kohl, hy Eleanor Smith. 190 

28. In a Hedge Eleanor Smith. 191 

29. The Bird's Nest W.W. Gilchrist. 193 

30. What does Little Birdie say? Eleanor Smith. 193 

31. Lullaby J.W. Elliott. 194 

32. The Bird's Nest W.W. Gilchrist. 197 

33. The Flower Basket R. Kohl. 198 

34. The Flower Basket Eleanor Smith. 200 

35. The Pigeon House Robert Kohl, arr. ly E. Smith. 201 

36. Naming the Fingers French Folk Song. 202 

37. The Greeting Scotch Folk Song. 204 

38. Thumbs and Fingers say, " Good Morning." 

Eleanor Smith. 205 

39. The Family. W.W. Gilchrist. 206 

40. The Family .Eiiphemia M. Parker. 207 

41. The Family Austrian Folk Song. 209 

42. Numbering the Fingers French Folk Song. 211 

Lullaby Peruvian Slumler Song. 212 

43. Go to sleep, Thumbkin Eleanor Smith. 213 

44. Five in a Row Carl Reinecke. 214 

45. Finger Piano. 

Arr. from Carl Reinecke, hy Eleanor Smith. 216 

46. The Happy Brothers and Sisters. .Old French Lullaby. 217 

47. The Baby and the Moon Eleanor Smith. 218 

48. look at the Moon ! . • . TF. W. Gilchrist. 220 

.49. The Little Maiden and the Stars George L. Osgood. 221 

50. The Child and the Star J.W. Elliott. 223 

51. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star -/. W. Elliott. 223 

52. Stars and Daisies Eleanor Sjnith. 225 

53. The Light Bird. 

Arr. from Robert Kohl, by Eleanor Smith. 226 

54. The Light Bird. ." Eleanor Smith. 227 

55. The Shadow Rabbit Child Song (Old French). 228 

56. The Little Window W.W. Gilchrist. 229 

57. The Window Eleanor Smith. 231 

58. Transformation Game Eleanor Smith. 232 



CONTENTS. 



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PAGE 

59. The Charcoal Burner Fred. Field Bullard. 233 

60. The Carpenter W.W. Gilchrist. 235 

61. The Carpenter Euphemia M. Parker. 236 

62. The Bridge Eleanor Smith. 238 

63. The Joiner Rohert Kohl. 239 

64. The Farmyard French Folk Songs. 240 

65. The Garden Gate W.W. Gilchrist. 242 

66. The Little Gardener Hungarian Folk Song. 243 

67. The Little Gardener Carl Reinecke. 245 

68. Little Annie's Garden Eleanor Smith. 246 

69. The Little Plant W.W. Gilchrist. 247 

70. The Wheelwright Eleanor Smith. 248 

71. The Knights and the Good Child Eleanor Smith. 250 

72. The Knights and the Bad Child Eleanor Smith. 252 

73. The Knights and the Mother Eleanor Smith. 254 

74. The Knights and the Mother Eleanor Smith. 255 

75. Hide and Seek After Haydn. 257 

76. The Cuckoo Fred. Field Bullard. 258 

77. Hiding Game Carl Reinecke. 259 

78. Guessing the Singer Ca7'l Reinecke. 260 

79. The Church Eleanor Smith. 261 

80. Wandering Song Old French Lullaly. 263 

81. The Visit Carl Reinecke. 265 

82. Wandering Song Fred. Field Bullard. 266 

83. Rippling, Purling Little River W.W. Gilchrist. 268 



SONGS AND PICTURES. 



PLAY WITH THE LIMBS. 

Up and down, and in and ont. 
Toss the little limbs about ; 
Kick the jDretty dimpled fe^ — 
That's the way to grow, my sweet ! 

This way and that. 

With a pat-a-pat-pat, 

With one, two, three. 

For each little knee. 

By-and-bye, in work and play. 
They'll be busy all the day ; 
Wading in the water clear. 
Running swift for mother dear. 

So this way and that. 

With a pat-a-pat-pat. 

And one, two, three. 

For each little knee. 

Emily Huxtington Miller. 



FALLING! FALLING! 

Down goes baby. 

Mother's pet ; 
Up comes baby, 
Laugliing yet. 
Baby well may laugh at harm. 
While beneath is mother's arm. 

Down goes baby. 
Without fear ; 
Up comes baby. 
Gaily here. 
All is joy for baby while 
In the light of mother's smile. 

Emilie Poulsson, 



THE WEATHER-VANE. 

Weathercock, what makes you go 
Round and round the whole day so ? 

^Tis the wind whirls me ! 

•'TIS the wind twirls me ! 
So to all the world I show 
How the merry wind doth go. 

Pretty kite, what makes you fly. 
Up above the tree-tops high ? 

'Tis the wind lifts me ! 

^Tis the wind drifts me ! 
Tosses me in merry play. 
Here and there and every way. 

Windmill, high on yonder hill. 

What makes your sails go turning still ? 

Tis the wind loves them ! 

^Tis the wind moves them ! 
Helps them turn the mill-stones round, 
So your meal and flour's ground. 

The wind can do so many things. 
The airy sprite on viewless wings : 
It waves the flag, it bends the tree. 
It shakes our curls for you and me ; 
And in our merry play we too, 
Show all the things the wind can do. 

Laura E. Richards. 
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THE WEATHER-VANE. 

This way, tliat way, 

Turns the weather-yane ; 
This way, that way. 
Turns and turns again. 
Turning, pointing, ever showing. 
How the merry wind is blowing. 

Emilie Poulssox. 



ALL GONEl 

All gone ! the supper's gone ! 
White bread and milk so sweet. 
For baby dear to eat. 

All gone ! the supper's gone ! 
Where did baby's supper go ? 
Tongue, you had a share, I know. 
Little mouth, with open lips. 
Through your rosy gate it slips. 
Little throat, you know full well 
Where it went, if you would tell. 

Little hands, grow strong ; 

Little legs, grow long ; 

Little cheeks, grow red : 

You have all been fed. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 



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TASTE SONG. 

When the reel lips open wide. 
And you part the teeth inside. 
Then a tiny door yon show. 
Where this little plnm may go. 
Now the pink tongne comes in haste. 
All the pleasant juice to taste. 
Ah, 'tis very nice and sweet ! 
Fruit like this is good to eat. 

Bid good-bye to juicy plum ; 

Let the sour apple come — 

Take a dainty little bite 

From its cheek all red and white. 

What a funny face you make ! 

How your little head you shake ! 

In your look I see confessed 

That you like the sweet things best. 

Now the bitter almond try. 
Brown its shell, and hard and dry ; 
Yet within, a kernel white 
Shyly hides away from sight. 
Yes, it draws the mouth a bit. 
But it's wholesome, every whit. 
Many bitter things you'll meet : 
Time, perhaps, will make them sweet. 

All the fruits and nuts, in turn. 
Teach a lesson you may learn. 
If a thing is ripe all through, 
Then 'tis very good for you; 
But to eat the unripe things. 
Sharpest pain and trouble brings ; 
Though they look so fresh and fair. 
Danger, dear, is hiding there. 

XoRA Archibald Smith. 
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FLOWER SONG. 

Smell the flower, my child, and see 
What its perfume tells to thee. 
In its cup, so small and bright. 
Safely hidden from our sight. 
There an angel-spirit dwells, 
And its message sweetly tells. 

" From my tender resting-place. 
Little one with happy face, 
I am talking to thee, dear. 
Though no voice my child may hear ; 
But my perfume sweet will tell, 
Little friend, I love thee well.'' 

Kate L. Brown. 



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TICK! TACK! 

Swing, swong ! this is the way 

Goes the pendulum night and day. 

"Tick-! tock! tick! tock!^^ 

Never resting, says the clock. 
" Time for work and time for fun. 
Time to sleep when day is done. 
Tick ! tock ! " Hear the clock I 

" Time to rest each little head ; 

Time the children were in bed." 

Swing, swong ! sure and slow 

Goes the pendulum to and fro. 

"Tick! tock! tick! tock!^' 

In the morning says the clock. 
" Time to wake from slumber sweet. 
Time to wash and time to eat. 
Tick ! tock ! " Hear the clock, 

" Tick, tack, tock ! " it cries, 

" Children, it is time to rise ! " 

Emily IIuxtingtox Miller. 



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MOWING GRASS. 

Peter, Peter, quickly go 
To the field the grass to mow ; 
Juicy grass, and hay so sweet. 
Bring them for the cow to eat. 
Lina, Lina, milk the cow ; 
Good milk she will give us now. 
Milk to drink, with rolls or bread, 
Thus we little ones are fed. 

Let us thank our friends, each one : 
Peter, for the mowing done, 
Lina, for the milking, too. 
And for milk, good cow, thank you. 
Thanks to all are gladly said : 
Baker, thank you for the bread. 
Thanks dear mother shall not miss. 
Given with a loving kiss. 

Emilie Poulsson. 



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THE RHYME OF THE BOWL OF MILK. 

Oh, liere is the milk, so sweet and white. 
All ready for dear little baby ! 

This is the mother, who with delight 
Poured into the bowl the milk so white. 
All ready for dear little baby ! 

This is the milkmaid, who worked with a will 
Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. 
To take to the mother, who with delight 
Poured into the bowl the milk so white. 
All ready for dear little baby ! 

This is the cow that gave milk each day 
To Molly the milkmaid, who worked with a will 
Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. 
To take to the mother, who with delight 
Poured into the bowl the milk so white. 
All ready for dear little baby ! 

This is the dry and sweet-smelling hay 
That was fed to the cow that gave uiilk ea* 'i day 
To Molly, the milkmaid, who woiked witb .i will 
Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. 
To take to the mother, who with delight 
Poured into the bowl the milk so white. 
All ready for dear little baby ' 
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This is the grass — (in the field it grew. 
Helped by the sunshine, and rain, and dew) — 
The grass that was dried into sweet- smelling hsij, 
And fed to the cow that gave milk each day 
To Molly, the milkmaid, who worked with a will 
Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. 
To take to the mother, who with delight 
Poured into the bowl the milk so white. 
All ready for dear little baby ! 

This is the mower, who worked at the farm. 
Swinging the scythe with his strong right arm. 
Mowing the fields of grass that grew. 
Helped by the sunshine, and rain, and dew — 
The grass that was dried into sweet-smelling hay. 
And fed to the cow that gave milk each day 
To Molly, the milkmaid, who worked with a will 
Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. 
To take to the mother, who with delight 
Poured into the bowl the milk so white. 
All ready for dear little baby ! 

Ejiilie Poulsson. 



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BECKONING THE CHICKENS. 

Tiny fingers in a row, 

Beckon to the chickens — so. 

Downy little chickens dear. 

Fingers say, " Come here ! come here ! " 

Chick! chick! chick! chick! 
Fingers say, " Come here ! come here ! '' 
Pretty chickens, soft and small. 
Do not fear — we love you all ! 

Emily Huxtixgtox Miller. 



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BECKONING THE PIGEONS. 

Call the pigeons, baby dear- 
Beckon them to you ; 

Hear them answer lovingly, 
Coo-oo! coo-oo! coo! 

Emilie Poulsson. 



BECKONING THE PIGEONS. 

See the pretty pigeons, coming, love, to meet 

yon! 
Little dimpled hand, can you learn to say, "I 

greet you ? " 
Bend the rosy fingers, wave them to and fro : 
Pigeons, pretty pigeons, baby greets you so. 

Smooth your shining feathers, spread your glossy 

wings ; 
Baby loves to see you, gentle, fearless things. 
Here is grain to feed you, but, before you fly. 
Pigeons, pretty pigeons, baby says " Good-bye ! " 

Emily Huntington Miller. 



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THE FISH IN THE BROOK. 

Merry little fishes. 

In the brook at play. 
Floating in tlie shallows. 
Darting swift away. 
Happy little fishes, come and play with me ! '' 
No, O no ! " the fishes say, "that can never be !" 

Pretty bodies curving, 

Bending like a bow. 

Through the clear, bright water. 

See them swiftly go. 

Happy little fishes, may we play with you ? '' 

No, O no ! " the fishes say, " that would never 

do!'' 

Emily Huntington Miller. 



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THE TARGET. 

One piece this way. 

And one piece that. 
And a smooth little board 

That is round and flat. 
Drive in a peg 

That will hold them well. 
And here is a target. 
Ready to sell ! 
" What costs it ? " " Three halfpennies.'' 
" That is too dear ; 
Only two halfpennies 
Have I here." 
" Three halfpennies is just enough — 
One for the work and two for the stuff. 
Three halfpennies the buyer must pay ; 
Who can not pay it must run away." 

Emily Huntington Miller. 




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PAT-A-CAKE. 

Come, my baby, you shall make 
Mother dear a little cake. 
Roll it this way, roll it that, 
Pat the cake all smooth and flat ; 
Mark it there, and mark it here — 
There's a cake for mother dear. 

Baker, is your oven hot ? 
Bake my cake, but burn it not. 
Here's the oven, hot and ready. 
Toss the cake in, straight and steady. 
Bake it brown, and bring it here. 
Baby's cake for mother dear. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 



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THE NEST. 

Here^s a pretty cradle nest. 

Snug, and warm, and round ; 
Cuddled in the downy bed. 
Little nestling birds we found. 
" Stay ! stay ! " the birdies say, 
" Mother, do not fly away ! " 
" Dear, so dear, never fear ! 
Mother waits and watches near.'* 
Peep ! peep ! Dear, so dear. 
Hush, my babies, do not fear ! " 

Emily Huntington Miller, 



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THE FLOWER-BASKET. 

Weave tlie little basket^ fill it up with, posies, 

Roses from the garden, blossoms from, the wood. 
With, our birthday wishes, with, our songs and 
kisses, 
Bring it to tbe father, dear and kind and good. 
With smiles and with singing 
Our gift we are bringing. 
But love is the treasure 
We give without measure. 

Emily Huxtington Miller. 



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THE PIGEON-HOUSE. 

Oh, see my pigeon-liouse so liigli ! 
Come, my pretty pigeons, haste to fly ! 

To pleasant fields they swiftly go. 

So bnsy gleaning to and fro. 
And when they come back to rest at night. 
Again I close my pigeon-house tight. 

Here, in the home so snng and warm. 
Live the little children safe from harm. 

They pass the day in merry play. 

Through woods and meadows green they stray. 
But when they come back at night to rest. 
Father and mother and home are best. 

When evening shadows slowly creep. 
Softly coo the pigeons, nestling to sleep. 

The gentle mother, wise and dear. 

Her happy children gathers near. 
And sings to the baby on her breast, 
'' The world is pleasant, but home is best." 

Emily Huntington Miller. 



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NAMING THE FINGERS. 

This is little Tommy Thumb, 
Round and smooth as any plum. 
This is busy Peter Pointer ; 
Surely he's a double- jointer. 
This is mighty Toby Tall ; 
He's the biggest one of all. 
This is dainty Reuben Ring ; 
He's too fine for anything. 
And this little wee one, maybe, 
Is the pretty Finger-baby. 
All the five we've counted now, 
Busy fingers in a row. 
Every finger knows the way 
How to work and how to play ; 
Yet together work they best. 
Each one helping all the rest. 

Laura E. Richards. 



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THE GREETING. 

Now see them here. 

These friends so dear. 
As they together meet ; 

With bows polite. 

And faces bright. 
Each other they will greet : 

" Oh, how do yon do ? 

And how do yon do ? 
And how do yon do again ? 

And how do yon do ? 

And how do you do ? " 
Say all these children ten. 

Emilie Poulsson. 



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THE FAMILY. 

This is the loving motlier. 
Always good and dear ; 
This is the busy father. 

Brave and full of cheer ; 
This is the merry brother. 

Grown so strong and tall ; 
This is the gentle sister. 
This the baby small ; 
And here they all together meet. 
This whole glad family complete. 

Emilie Poulsson. 



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^le &toiimama unb «S»uttef lieb uni quU 




THE FAMILY. 

This is the mother, so busy at home. 
Who loves her dear children, whatever may- 
come. 

This is the father, so brave and so strong. 
Who works for his family all the day long-. 

This is the brother, who'll soon be a man ; 
He helps his good mother as much as he can. 

This is the sister, so gentle and mild. 
Who plays that the dolly is her little child. 

This is the baby, all dimpled and sweet ; 

How soft his wee hands and his chubby pink feet ! 

Father, and mother, and children so dear. 
Together you see them, one family here. 

E-MILIE POULSSON. 



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56 




57 




59 



NUMBERING THE FINGERS. 

The thumb is one. 
The pointer two. 
The middle finger three ! 
Ring finger four. 
Little finger five. 
And that is all, you see. 

Now we have put them all to bed, 

A quiet sleep to take. 
And softly sing a lullaby. 

Lest they too early wake. 

Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, 
All hushed and still the birdies sit 

Upon the branches high. 
The flow'rets hang their pretty heads. 

The wind sings lullaby. 

Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby. 

Emilie Poulsson. 



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93etm 2)aumc^en fagMc^ gm^, 
SetmSeigefingerj 3wei, 
S3etm aJHttelfinger: 2)ret, 
SeimSRingfittger: 25ier, 
Seim fleinen gtitger giinft^fage. 
tit '& 35ett(^eit aG' gelegt, 
©c()rafen, feine^ fl^ mel^r regt ; 




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THE FINGER PIANO. 

Listen, children dear. 
The lovely music hear ; 
Little fingers downward go- 
Hark ! the answer, sweet and low : 
La! la! la! etc. 

Rippling, sparkling in the sun. 
See the laughing brooklets run. 
Tell us, brooklet, in your play. 
Tell the song you sing to-day. 
Up and down the fingers go. 
Brooklets singing as they flow. 

Now the merry lark on high 
Carols sweetly from the sky ; 
Wide he spreads his fluttering wings. 
Showering gladness as he sings. 

Up and down the fingers go ; 

^Tis the lark's song here below. 

Thus the hand, so small a thing. 
Still may sweetest music bring. 
Fingers, you must move along. 
You may help to make the song. 
Up and down the fingers go. 
Waken, music, sweet and low ! 

Kate L. Brown. 
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aBenn ©efang ba« ^crj bewegt. Steb^en toiU tai ©piel ert)of)^tt. 



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HAPPY BROTHERS AND SISTERS. 

Five brotliers and sisters. 

Busy all the day ; 
LigM goes, night conies, 

Sleepy now are they. 

Say the prayer softly. 

Close the tired eyes : 
" May our heavenly Father 

Watch us till we rise ! " 

Happy, happy children. 

Fast asleep are you. 
Drop the head ! go to bed ! 
We are sleepy too ! 

Laura E. Richards. 



CHILD'S PRAYER. 

Heavenly Father, day is done. 
And the quiet night begun ; 
Thou hast kept me through the day. 
Keep me through the night, I pray. 

And, dear Father, while I share 
In thy tender love and care. 
Help me every day to be 
An obedient child to thee. 

Henrietta R, Eliot * 



* The following lines are suggested by Mrs. Eliot as an alter- 
native to first stanza of this poem : 

Now I lay me down to sleep : 
Heavenly Father, wilt thou keep 
Me and those I love all night, 
For with thee 'tis always light. 

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65 



THE CHILDREN ON THE TOWER. 

Two hands and eight little fingers. 

And two little Grandmothers Thumb. 
Tis long since they met, bnt they never forget. 

So a- visiting now they come. 
" How do you do ? " and " How do you do ? '* 

With nods and bows they say. 
" How do you do ? " and " How do you do ? 

And what is the news to-day ? " 
They tell of their making baskets ; 

They tell of eggs in the nest ; 
They tell the loves of the soft white doves 

That flutter and sink to rest ; 
They tell of the little fishes 

That wriggle their little tails ; 
They tell of the baker, the pat-a-cake maker. 

Whose kindness never fails ; 
They tell of the vane on the steeple. 

How this way and that it goes ; 
Of Peter the mower, who hour by hour. 

The grass and the clover-top mows. 




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" But all the stories are told now. 

And what, oh, what shall we do ? " 
" We'll climb the tower this very hour. 

And there admire the view." 
Thus cry the children gladly. 

But each little Grandmother Thumb, 
She courtesys so, and she says " No ! no ! 

I will not, will not come ! 
We'll go to church together. 

As good little grandmothers do. 
And there we'll wait — but don't be late ! — 

Yes, there we'll wait for you. 
And while in church we're waiting, 

A little prayer we'll say. 
And thanks we'll give for the days we live. 

And thanks for the children gay." 



The children climb the tower^ 

And np and np they go ; 
Like fairies small look one and all. 

Still mounting in a row. 
Now higher still, and higher, 

With never a fear of a fall. 
Till one he stumbles, and one he tumbles. 

And down come toppling all ! 
And down comes the tower itself, too. 

On top of the church — ah me ! 
Oh, what a smashing ! oh, what a crashing ! 

And where can the children be ? 
See ! creeping out from the ruins 

By ones and twos they come ; 
And, deary me ! at last we see 

Each good little Grandmother Thumb, ~ 
" Oh, bless us now ! " and, " Oh, kiss us now ! ^^ 

And, " Listen, my dears, to me : 
Another day, whatever you say. 

More careful we all must be ! '' 

Laura E. Richards. 



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71 



THE CHILD AND THE MOON. 

See the moon, baby, 

Eiding so high. ! 
Will it come, maybe, 

Down from the sky ? 
" Moon, come and play now. 

Pray you, with me ! " 
'' Nay, my dear, nay, now — 

That can not be. 
In my blue home here 

Always I stay ; 
Yet while I roam here, 

Dear, we can play. 
Silver beams gliding 

Down to your feet. 
Seeking and hiding. 

Play with you, sweet ! 
E'en when above you 

Clouds hide my face. 
Still I will love you. 

There in my place. 
When the clouds fleeting 

Leave my sky clear. 
Bright shines my greet hig, 

Loving and dear. 
If your part you'll do, 

I will do mine ; 
Yours, to be good and true ; 

Mine, just to shine ! " 

Laura E. Richards. 
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^omm, ^mtd)en, fd)au ben 5J?ottt), 
Der bort am §immd iBofjnt, 
„^ontm, ajfonb, fomm bod) 

fd^ttinb 
^ierber pm lieteit ^Inb ! " 
,MdU Urn'' id) ju Sir gern, 
2)p(^ iBD!)n' i(^ gar ju fern, 
^ann au^ bem Mauen ^aui 
^ter obtn nid}t ^erauS. 
*|Beil i6) lann fommen nt($t, 
toenb' t^ mein ^tUei Sid^t ; 
Um ""S ^tnb($en ju erfreim, 
®(^id' ic^ bem mitben ©dfeein; 
Unb bin ii) au(t) nid)t na^, 
Sin i^ in £teb' bo($ ba. 
<5ei, ^inbd)en, nnr red)t fromm, 
33on 3eit ju Beit id) fomm, 
Unb freunbltd) id) bann fd)tde 
Sir meine Siebe^btide ; 
2Dir griifen unS bann belbe, 
©emeinfam unS jur ^reube." 
,8eb' mU, Ub' mhl ! mein 2Jiont> 

Siebe, Ctebe UtjnU" 




THE CHILD AND THE MOON. 

" Bright, round moon in the starry sky. 
Sailing above the steeple high, 
I am so glad your face to see. 
Come from your far-off place to me ! " 

" Dear little child, if I come to thee. 
Who will shine for the ships at sea ? 
And how will the traveller find his way. 
Unless in my far-off place I stay ? '' 

" Bright, round moon, you may shine for all. 
Sailing above the steeple tall. 
Thanks I give for your friendly light. 
Beautiful moon ! Good-bye ! good-night ! " 
Emily Huntington Miller. 



THE LITTLE BOY AND THE MOON. 

Pretty moon, your face I see 
Just above the garden tree. 
Are you smiling now for me ? — 
Moon so brightly smiling ! 

Yellow moon, so bright, so near. 
In the sky so soft and clear, 
I can almost reach you here — 
Moon so softly shining ! 

Bring the ladder strong and new, 
Now I know what I will do : 
I will climb and sail with you — 
Moon so slowly sailing ! 

Emily Huntington Miller. 

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ba^ ^tnb auf 2)Iutterarme, 
aSett ougftrecfenb fel}nenb fetnc 

ftetnen 5lrme, 
5IIiS am flarert ^imntel e« ben 

SJoHmDnb faf) : 
2)enn e2 gkubte fic^ bemfelben 

»ijt(ig nal^.— 
„Stne Setter ntiifte fetn, jum 

SJJonb ju fteigen, 
SBottten totr fo f)DC^ bort oten 

tl}n erretc^en ! " 
@Iei(^ bas ^tnbAen bet ber MuU 

ter ftcberm SBort 
Stad) ber nafcen ©(^opfe, al^ bcr 

Setter Drt, 
Seine Slrme wenbet, unb sertrau* 

enb fagt : 
(2)enn jum SiJJonb ju gel^en i^m 

gar fef)r betjagt) 
„fietter I)oten ! " Unb fcfl tear fetn 

©inn 
Bum SBefuc^ beS 5Konb'« gewenbet 

f)tn. 




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THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS. 

Now the stars begin to peep 

In the sky, so pure and bright ; 
Baby soon must go to sleep — 

She must bid the stars good-night. 

Little feet are tired of play ; 

Come, my darling, come away ! 

" See the mother-star, so dear ! 

With her little children small ! 
And the father watching near — 

Pretty stars, I love you all ! 

When I shut my eyes to sleep 

All the night your watch you keep. 

" Father-star, so big and bright. 
Close beside them do you stay ? 

Are there posies, red and white. 
In the meadows where they play ? 
Do you shake the dreamland tree 
Every night for them and me ? 

"Mother- star, I wish I knew 

How your babies go to bed ; 
Do they run as chickens do. 

Hiding every yellow head ? 

Do you tuck them, soft and deep. 

In a fleecy cloud to sleep ? " 

Come, my darling ! while you sleep 

On your pillow, soft and white. 
Stars will through your window peep, 

Smiling, ''Baby, dear, good-night ! 

Sweetly dream and safely rest 

In your pretty cradle nest!" 

Emily Huntington ^Iiller. 

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THE LIGHT-BIRD. 

Child. 

O BIRDIE, gleaming on tlie wall. 

Gleaming, 

Gleaming, 
Are you coming wlien I call. 

Or am I dreaming ? 

Mother. 

'Tis tlie light-bird, 

A very bright bird. 
That is gleaming on the wall. 

Tis the light-bird, 

A very bright bird. 
But it will not heed your call. 



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81 



Child. 

I've seen the moonbeams in the night 

Streaming, 

Streaming, 
The little stars that twinkle bright 

Like fireflies seeming. 

Mother. 

Like the lighl^bird, 

Like the bright bird. 
That is gleaming on the wall — 

Like the light-bird. 

Like the bright bird. 
They will not heed your call. 

Mother and Child. 

The snn, the moon, the twinkling stars. 

The rainbow in the skies, 
A mother's smile, a father's love, 

We catch them with our eyes ; 
We can not hold them in our hand. 

Yet from them need not part. 
For when we've caught them with our eyes. 

We hold them in our heart. 

Elizabeth Charless Le Bourgeois. 




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THE SHADOW RABBIT. 

Hey, the rabbit ! lio, the rabbit ! 

See, the rabbit on the wall 
Pricks his ears, for that's his habit — 
Pricks them up and lets them fall. 
Pretty rabbit, stay, now ! 
Come with me and play, now ! 
No, ah, no ! he will not stay ; 
Up he jumps and springs away. 

Now the rabbit sits npright, 
Munching grass with all his might. 
See him wrinkle up his nose ! 
What's that for, do you suppose ? 
Rabbit, shall I feed you ? 
" No, I do not need you ! 
Rabbits made upon the wall 
Feed themselves or not at all." 



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85 



Down our rabbit cowers now; 
Sure^ some danger lowers now ! 
See, the hunter with his gun 
Thinks he's going to have some fun. 

Puff ! the bullet's flying ! . 

Is our rabbit dying ? 
Not a bit, for see him run ! 
Rabbits, too, can have their fun ! 

Laura E. Richards. 



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80 



THE WOLF. 

From the dark greenwood. 

From tlie forest fair. 
Up comes a gray wolf. 

Trotting here and there. 
See how lank and thin is he ! 
Hungry must the creature be. 
In the wood are berries sweet. 
But such thiags he will not eat. 

So he goes a-hunting 

Through the meadows fair, 

Sniffing, snuffing. 
Prowling here and there. 

Wolf, you shall not bear away 

Tender kid or lamb to-day ; 

For I see the hunter stand 

With his trusty gun in hand. 

Laura E. Richards. 



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91 



THE WILD PIG. 

From the green oak wood, 

Where the acorns lie. 
Up comes a wild pig, 

Grunting low and high. 
Children do not often see 
Such a piggy-wig as he ! 
With his long and slender snout 
See him rooting all about. 
Poking here, and poking there. 
Grubbing up his simple fare. 
Roots and nuts and acorns swoet. 
Such as piggies love to eat. 
Hark ! a rustling in the bush ! 
Off goes piggie with a rush ; 
Grunting, squealing, there he goes. 
Where the forest thickest grows ; 
And the hunter, brave and gay. 
Will not dine on pig to-day ! 

Laura E. Richards. 



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9Iu« tern qriinen Sict)enit5rtlb, 
5Bd beg mihei Slufentfcalt, 
©ief) ! fommt aiic^ etn ^dymcin 

Jduft fcie frewj unb lauft tie 

quer, 
<Bud)t fid) ^aiixunQ fiir ben 

SOiageit : 
St(i)elit miiffen ibm tef'agett. 
Winter fetnen fdimalen S3acEen 
^ijrft Su fie H roader fnacfen. 
Scft fle{)t eg ben Sasf^r ^'''"= 

men, 
©d)nca t)at eg !Ret^aug genoni' 

men. 




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THE LITTLE WINDOW. 

Peek-a-boo, light ! beautiful light. 
Shining so clear through my window bright, 
Down from the sky swiftly you fly — 
Peek-a-boo, beautiful light ! 

Peek-a-boo, light ! beautiful light ! 
Making the fields and meadows so bright ; 
Flowers in the grass smile as you pass — 
Peek-a-boo, beautiful light ! 

Peek-a-boo, light ! beautiful light ! 
Love is the sunshine that makes the heart bright. 
Pure we would be, shining like thee — 
Peek-a-boo, beautiful light ! 

Emily Huntington Miller. 



THE LITTLE WINDOW. 

In the water, pure and clear. 

Light loves to play ; 
In the dewdrop's glittering sphere 

Shines the captured ray ; 
But the .firm and solid wall 
Gives no gleam of light at all. 



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95 



ThroTigli the parting clouds on liigli 

Streams the sunlight there ! 
Look ! for in the brightening sky 

Shines the rainbow fair ! 
Light can turn the storm-cloud gray 
All to gold and crimson gay. 

Light is pure and good and fair, 

And it loves to rest 
Ever on the things that are 

Brightest, ay, and best. 
Then with smiling faces bright 
Let us greet the loving light ! 

Lauea E. Richards. 



THE WINDOW. 

" Come, lovely light, and shine on us, 

And make us warm and bright. 
You shine on us ; we'll gaze on you. 
For day has conquered night. 
In thankful praise of your bright rays. 

We lift our happy voices ; 
For you love us, and we love you. 
And all the world rejoices." 

" Dear child, the sun has sent me down 

To make another day. 
And help you tread the path of right 
By brightening your way. 

In thankful praise of his bright raj^s, 

Then, lift jour happy voices ; 
For you love him, and he loves you, 
And all the world rejoices." 

George Hyde Page. 
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97 



THE CHARCOAL BURNER. 

Why does the cliarcoal burner stay 
Up in the forest by night and day ? 
He chops the trees, and he piles the wood. 
And burns it slow to the charcoal good. 

The blacksmith's hammer goes "Kling! Tdang ! 

Ming ! 
Charcoal! charcoal hurry and bring I 
For how can I shoe the pony's feet. 
Without good charcoal the iron to heat ? " 

The charcoal burner is black and grim. 

But thanks for his labour we owe to him ; 

He chops the trees with a whack! whack! 

whack ! 
And burns the wood to the charcoal black. 

Knives and hatchets, shovels and rakes. 
Shoes for the pony, the blacksmith makes. 
The bellows blow and the hammers beat. 
But he must have charcoal the iron to heat. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 




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THE CARPENTER. 

Busy is the carpenter ; 

At his work he stands. 
Oh, the wonders he can do 

With his skilful hands ! 
Sawing now, the long, long boards 

Shorter soon he makes ; 
And the rough is quickly smoothed 

When the plane he takes. 

By his work the crooked soon 

Straight and even grows ; 
Curved he changes into flat ; 

Wondrous skill he shows ! 
Thus he works so busily. 

But we hear him say 
" Here a board, and there a board. 

Pray, what use are they ? " 

So the carpenter at last 

All together brings, 
Nails the boards and timbers fast — 

How his hammer rings ! 
Thus a cosy house he builds 

Where the child may live ; 
And for this the grateful child 

Love and thanks will give.' 

Emilie Poulsson. 
102 




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aCelcf)' fettne ^unft er iiben lann : 
2Ba3 flel}t, bringt er pm Sturj ; 
2Bag Una, tft, mac^t er furj ; 
Dai Sffunbe niad)t er grab ; 
Xai ^auhe mad)t er glatt; 
aCas frumm tft, niacbt er gleid) ; 
©0 tft an ^unft er reidt). 

Dag ginjie nid)t if;m g'niigt, 
Bum ©anjen fd)nea er'g fiigt; 
Dod), rcag fcmmt ba l^erau^'v — 
STug Solfen wirb ctn ^aue ! 
ein ^auiJ fiir 'i gute Atnb, 
2)a§ eg b'rtn SUcrn ftnb\ 
Tie forgfam eg bcwaken 
iBcr ©eer= unb :?etb^ggefafren. 

2)en Btmmermann bag fitnb b'rum 
tictt, 

Der ibm ben ©c^u^ beg ^aufcg 
QkbL 




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104 




105 



THE BKIDGE. 

The brook is flowing merrily ; 

Its waters swiftly glide ; 
A little cliild looks longingly 

Beyond its rippling tide. 

Across the brook are pretty ferns. 

And ob, suck lovely moss ! 
And flow'rs that seem to nod at Mm 

And beckon him across. 

But dark the water flows between; 

The stream is deep and wide ; 
'No way the little child can find 

To reach the other side. 

But soon there comes a carpenter. 

Who works with busy hands. 
And builds a bridge that safe and strong 

Above the water stands. 

" Oh, thanks to you, good carpenter ! " 

The child calls out in glee ; 
" Now I can reach the other side 

Where I have longed to be." 

Then on the bridge the happy child 

Runs back and forth at will. 
Although beneath, so deep and wide. 

The brook is flowing still. 

Emilie Poulsson. 
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107 



THE BRIDGE. 

Where tlie stream flows swift and fair. 

How shall I cross over ? 
In the golden meadows there 

Gaily nods the clover. 
" Bring the beam, and bring the plank ! 
Build a bridge from bank to bank ! '' 

To my friends and playmates dear 

How shall I be showing 
All the love that daily here 

In my heart is growing ? 
" You must play the joiner's part — 
Bn.ild a bridge from heart to heart ! " 

Every loving word yon say 

Makes the bridge the stronger ; 

Helpful deeds from day to day 
Make it last the longer. 

Love and joy will banish strife ! 

So the bridge shall last your life ! 

Laura E. Eichards. 



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THE FARMYARD GATE. 

Johnny, slmt the farmyard gate ! 
Quick, or you will be too late ! 
Don^t you hear the pony neigh ? — 
" Let us have some fun to-day ! 
Woods and waters I can see : 
Come and try a race with me I " 

Pretty cow says : " Moo-oo-oo ! 
Wait for me ; Fni coining too. 
I should like to eat my fill 
In the pasture bright and still 
I should like to stand and drink 
At the little brook's green brink." 

" Baa ! " the sheep say, " let us go 
Where the milk-white daisies grow 
On the hillsides, warm and steep ; 
We can nibble grass, or sleep. 
Come, old Rover, lead the way — 
You will keep us safe to-day." 

Lazy pig, with sleepy eyes, 
On the straw contented lies ; 
Chickens peep and pigeons coo ; 
Loud the cock is crowing too ; 
Ducks in glossy feathers dressed. 
Quack and chatter with the est. 

Hurry, Johnny — do not wait ! 
Quickly shut the farmyard gate ! 
Cow, and sheep, and pony dear, 
We must keep you safely here ! 
Bird and bee, you need not stay : 
You have wings to fly away. 

Emily Huntixgtox Miller. 
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Ill 



THE FARMYARD GATE. 

Oh, what a clatter ! 
Now what's the matter ? 
The sheep they hurry, 
The chickens scurry. 
The calf is bawling, 
The farmer calling, 
" Johnny, run, and shut the gate ! " 

The cock is crowing, 
The cows are lowing. 
The ducks are quarking, 
The dogs are barking. 
The ass is braying. 
The horse is neighing : 
Johnny ! run, and shut the gate ! " 

The birds are singing. 
The bell i^ringing, 
The pigs are squeaking. 
The barn door creaking, 
The brook is babbling. 
The geese are gabbling : 
" Johnny ! run, and shut the gate ! " 
Mrs. Follen (adapted by Emily Huntington Miller). 



113 




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113 



THE GARDEN GATE. 

Pretty garden gate, we pray you 

Open wide, and let ns go 
Where the merry fountain dances. 
Where the sweet white lilies grow. 
Open, pretty gate, we pray ! 
Open, flowers, for now ^tis day ! 

In the wind so gently rocking. 

Here the mother rose is seen ; 
And her baby buds are peeping 

Through their blankets soft and green. 
Baby buds, make haste to grow 
While the summer breezes blow ! 

Darling violets, are you hiding 

In the grass your eyes so blue ? 
Never fear that we shall harm you-^ 
We will only smile on you. 
Roses red and lilies white, 
Violets sweet, good -by ! good-night ! 
Emily Huntington Miller. 



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115 



THE LITTLE aARDENER. 

Come, children, with me to the garden away ; 
The plants are all waiting our coming to-day ; 
In heat and in sunshine is drooping each leaf, 
But the children are coming to bring them relief. 

Trinkle trink ! trinkle trink ! 

How the drops shine and wink. 
As the poor thirsty plants hold their heads up to 
drink ! 

" All thanks, little children ! ^' each bud seems to 

say; 
"All thanks for the love that you show us to- 
day! 
!N"ow beauty and perfume shall bless you each 

one, 
In loving return for the good you have done. 
Twinkle twink! twinkle twink! 
Now like stars see us wink ! 
For kindness brings kindness, so flowers all 
think.^^ 

Laura E. Richards. 



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117 



THE WHEELWRIGHT. 

March together and never stop ! 

Here we go to the wheelwright's shop ! 

Wheelwright, show ns the way yon do. 

Making the wheel so round and true. 
Turning fast and turning sloio, 
This is the ivay the loheel must go ! 

This is the anger, slim and long, 

Turned by the wheelwright's hands so strong. 

Straight and steady the auger goes, 

And smooth and true the hole it grows. 
Turning steady and turning slow, 
This is the ivay the auger must go ! 

These are the spokes, all shaped aright ; 

This is the hub that holds them tight ; 

This is the rim of iron and wood 

To finish my wheel so useful and good. 
Turning fast and turning slow, 
This is the ivay the ivheel must go I 

Emily Huntington Miller. 



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120 




131 




123 



THE JOINER. I 

Plane, plane, plane — t '^ 

Joiner, follow the grain ! 

Smooth as silk the table grows ; ^ 
Not a break the fibre shows. 

Plane, plane, plane — | 

Joiner, follow the grain! I 

Strong, strong, strong, 

Push the plane along ! ^j 

Make the bench all glossy white ; 
Not a splinter leave in sight. 

Strong, strong, strong, ^ 

Push the plane along ! j 

Nora Archibald Smith. 



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125 



THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD. 

Galloping fast and galloping free. 

Who comes a-riding so swift to me ? 

" Five brave knights with their plumes so gay. 

What do you seek, good knights, to-day ? " 

" Over the world lue ride to find 

The child that is loving and good and kind." 

" This is the child so dear ! 

Brave knights, you see him here ! ^' 
" child, be ahvays good and gay. 
Now gallop and gallop and gallop away.'' 

Emily Huntington Miller. 



126 




127 



THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD. 

Here come riding the kniglits so gay. 
" Any good cliildren here/' they say, 
" Ready to ride with trumpet in hand, 
To visit the happy children's land ? '' 
" Ah, hrave knights, you will all be sad 
To know that my child is selfish and bad."* 

" It grieves us much to say 

He cannot ride to-day. 
Only good children with us can go.'' 
Then away and away the knights ride slow. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 



128 





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129 




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130 



THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER. 

Jingle ! jingle ! jingle ! 

Hop ! hop ! hop ! 
See, the knights are passing — 

Stop ! oh, stop ! 
[N'ow my child is happy. 

Gentle, good, and true ; 
He can go a-riding, 
A-riding with yon. 
A-riding, a-riding, over hill and dell. 
But bring him back at evening, because we love 
him well. 

Never fear, my darling. 

Look, and see. 
All the knights are smiling. 

Smiling at me. 
You shall stay with mother 

Till you older grow ; 
Then my bonny soldier 

A-riding shall go. 

A-riding, a-riding, over hill and dell. 

But you^ll come back at evening, because we love 

you well. 

E311LY Hu:ntixgton Miller. 



132 



^ntdyen, oetflcdPc ®td)l 



giinf 5ReUer fommen im gotten 2:rabeit, 
©te roott'n fo gern mein ^intdien tiabeti. 
,,'Du, mein Attttd»en, oetftcde 2)td), 
2)a§ tie SReitcr ttid)t finbcn 2)t^." 
„gieiter, Uebe Sfleiter, 
Steitet immer tteiter ; 
2Bitt'^ (Su^ furj cerfiinben, 
^ottut meitt ^infe nicbt jxnfcen." 
^op)), :^D)jp ; :^ci3p, f)cpp ; fopp, i;opp] 
reiten fte fcrt tm ©alopp. 
„^infc(^en, fcfeau nun froMid) auf, 
2)ie fSeiter teiien bason im Sauf." 




13c 



THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER. 

I HEAR the bugle sounding 

So merry and so clear ; 
The knights come gaily riding — 

They want thee, child, I fear. 
Now hide thee quick, my darling. 

And nestle close to me, 
For not one dimpled finger 

The gallant knights shall see ! 

You can not have my darling, 

So do not linger here ; 
Safe in my heart I'll keep him. 

He is so good and dear. 
Now do not tarry longer. 

But swiftly ride away ! 
Peep out and smile, my laddie. 

And bid the knights Good-day ! 

Emily Huntington Miller. 



134 




135 



HIDE AND SEEK. 

Where are you, my baby ? 

You^ve left me alone. 
Who'll tell me, who'll tell me 

Where baby is gone ? 

I've missed him so long ; 

He's far, far away, 
I'll thank any one 

Who will bring him to stay. 

Why, here in my arms 

My dear baby lies ! 
We often look far 

For what's under our eyes. 

Henrietta R. Eliot. 



136 



ajfrftccfcn bed ffinbcd. 

»tmbcf)en, lieb ^inbc^en Su, 

©ag mir, ttjo hjetlefi 2)u ?— 

SBer fagt, too metn ^intc^en tfi?— 
Sd) Hb' fo lang eg [(^on isermtEt; 
S(^ ftnb' e3 ni($t am alten Dtt : 
Sort ift er, fort ; fprt fort, fort fcrt. 

®er mir fann mem ^inbc^en jetgen, 

©d)6nften Vanl toiii i* i^m retcfccn. 
1)a i|i 'g nun ba, bae ^tnbc^en ja ; 
2Gar bem ^er^en jo fc nab !— 
„©o fann'g tm febcn oft 9cfd)cbn, 
2)a§ man bas ?ld(i)fte ni^t fann fe^r 




137 



THE CUCKOO! 

Cuckoo! cuckoo! 
The cuckoo calls you, dear. 

Cuckoo ! cuckoo ! 
Call back, and lie will hear. 

Cuckoo! cuckoo! 
The cuckoo is alone. 

Cuckoo! cuckoo! 
He wants my little one. 

Henrietta R. Eltot. 



138 



©ucfflurf! 

„®U(f9Ucf! ©ucfgud!" 
Der ^udutf ruft tai ^intdjen ; 

„®U(f9U(f ! ©urfgucf ! " 
SRuf ^ ifin fcoc^ oucf) gefinjtnttijen ; 

„@U(f9U(f! ©ucfgucf!" 
Der ^ucfud tfi fo j^anj attetn, 

„@ucf9ucf ! ©ucfgud ! " 
Sr mo(^te gem betm ^tnb(!)en fein, 

..©ucfgucf! ©udfgud!" 
Se^t fiat tfin gefunten mein ttnt(^eii Hetn, 
9i«n fonnen fte frijfittii) betlammen fctit. 



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THE TOYMAN AND THE MAIDEN. 

Listen ! listen, mother dear. 
How the bells are ringing ! 

'' Christmas times will soon he Jiere" 
Tliat is what they're singing. 

All the boys and girls are out 

In the frosty weather ; 
I can hear them laugh and shout. 

As they talk together. 

All the shops with toys are gay, 

Such a pretty showing ; 
Mother, dear, this very day 

Let us too be going. 

Don't you think if Santa Claus 
Down this way were straying. 

He would stop and smile to hear 
What the folks were saying ? 

I am sure if he should see 

Just what I was choosing. 
Such a wise old dear as he 

Would not be refusing. 

Mother, dear, your little maid 
Will not fret or tease you ; 

All the year I've surely tried 
To be good and please you. 

But if I should give your hand 

Just a little sgueezing 
When the loveliest doll I see. 
Would you call that teasing ? 

Emily Huntington Miller, 
140 




141 




142 




®cr ^aufmann unb tet ^nabe. 

S3ater, 3?ater ! fet fo gut, 

9ttntm tccb Deinen ©tocf unb §ut; 

ga§ ung fc^nett jum ^aufmann ge{)n, 

2ltt' fetn <Bi)'6nti ^ bcfebn : 

(Sc^afe, Sfltnter, S^ivt unb ^eerte, 

Unb cor aUem rafc^e ?»ferbe ; 

33ater, >Oater ! bitte, Mtt\ 

9limm mtcb boc^ sum ^aufmann mlt. 

S!iriftfeftiat)rmarft ift ja beut, 

Ser fo jc^one ©adjen beut. 

Snabe, fannft njoM mit mir gefien, 

[' fetn fdiijneg p befeijen ; 
gtn^ bod) mu§ id) Xir sertraun : 
2)ie ©a(^en ben Sater gar finfter anf($aun, 
SBenn ihn ein Heiner ^nabe begleitet, 
gBeldier nt*t fotgt, Mi ©*led)te nt(^t metbet; 
SHJelAer ntd)t imnter ift flei§ig unb gut, 
2)er nic^t f)at rmnigen, froben ^[rjuth. 
Unb ttjenn bent Sater fiir '$ ^tnb nid)t3 gefciat, 
2)a« £f)rift!tnbd)en and) fiir ben ^naben ni(^tg mafilt. 

S3ater, metn 35ater ! o fomm nur unb fomm ! 
SZBia fc^on red)t tiidjiig fein, wader unb fromm. 




143 



THE TOYMAN AND THE BOY. 

" Hasten^ dear father, and come with, me 
The toyman's wonderful shop to see ! 
We must tell the toyman what to say. 
If Santa Claus happens to come his way/' 

" But what if Santa Claus asks me, dear, 
' Has this little child been good this year 9 ' 
For books, and puzzles, and games, and toys. 
Are not for idle and selfish boys." 

" Then tell him, father, that every day 
I try to be loving and quick to obey ; 
And every year, as I older grow, 
I shall be wiser and better, I know." 

" Now, toyman, what can you show me here 
To please a child that is good and dear ? " 
" Beautiful things I have to sell ; 
I am too busy their names to tell. 



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145 



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11 



" Here are trnmpets to blow, and druras to "beat ; 
Here are knights and soldiers, and horses fleet ; 
Here are bows and arrows, and sleds to nse. 
And games and pnzzles, and books to choose." 

" Toyman, listen ! perhaps some day, 
Santa Glaus may be coming this way ; 
Here is a message to slip in his hand ; 
I think good Santa will understand. 

" He may bring a drum, and a fine new sled 
Swift as an arrow, and painted red ; 
A pair of skates, and a book that tells 
Of knights and fairies and Christmas bells. 

" But tell him, toyman, in yonder street 
Are poor little children with bare cold feet ; 
He must bring them stockings, all warm and 

new. 
And caps and mittens, and playthings too. 

" And, toyman, lest he should happen to lack. 
Here is some money to fill up his pack ; 
We send them our greetings, and wish them 

good cheer 
For a merry Christmas and Happy New Year." 
Emily Huntington Miller. 



146 




fifrdjcnt^uc mft ??cnflcr 

„5Bo m dinnana 
itt ber S^e^r^ett 

2Boerm@eftartunb 

3;onen fprtc[)t, 
©a ft(^ frii^ beg 

^ttbeg ©inn I)tn= 

nefget, 
2)teg ju i>flegett, (5r= 

jm em l)0(^fleg ©tre6en aUt eint. 
^ojjb^ gebettggriti friif) ttitjubaljncn, 

©eele fern, son mem, m^ Sfir tfuf 
^meimt S^r fo bem ^tnb gegetcn 

SCt^tg 111 meDr tm ©tanb, e« ilim ju rauben 

2)ert^m jeigt, wo Sebengein'gung cine, 
Unb au^ loet^er ©inn buri^ itrennung 




147 



THE CHURCH. 

Hark ! the cliiircli bell's pleasant sound ; 

Let us go, my child. 
There, where every Sunday morn 

Rings the summons mild. 
Through the lofty windows there 
Rainbow light is streaming fair ; 
From the doors, wide open thrown. 
Peals the organ's solemn tone. 
Chorus—" Come ! " says the silver bell, 
" Come, where the voices tell 
* Of the God, that dwells above. 
Of the God, whose name is love." 

Let your heart be pure and clean 

When to church you go. 
For all sweet and lovely things 

There you'll learn to know. 
Learn of God, who gives us all — 
Birds that sing and streams that fall. 
Sun and moon in glorious might. 
Trees and flowers in beauty bright. 
Chorus—'' Come ! " says the silver bell, etc. 



148 



God, who sends the merry breeze 

Blowing here and there, 
Sends the mighty storms that rage 

Through the upper air ; 
Yet so loving kind is he. 
Every smallest leaf you see 
Knows his care and does his will. 
Owns his wisdom, working still. 
Chorus — '" Come ! "' says the silver bell, etc. 

In the church, so calm, so still. 

When your childish heart 
With a solemn joy doth fill. 

That, too, is his part. 
He, who loving parents gave. 
Sister sweet and brother brave. 
Gives the power to love and bless. 
Bringing joy and happiness. 
Chorus — " Come ! " says the silver bell, etc. 

Once he sent, to dwell on earth , 

Jesus, blessed child. 
From the hour that gave him birth 

Pure and undefiled. 
Try, like him, my little child. 
To be gentle, kind, and mild : 
For ^tis thus your love you'll show 
To the God who loves you so. 
Chorus — " Come I " says the silver bell, etc. 

Lauka E. Richards. 



150 



THE LITTLE ARTIST. 




Oh, now we'll draw 

sucli pretty things! 
See! little birds with 

outspread wings, 
The sloping hill o'er which ^^'''^^=^^<...^^^___ 

they fly .J--^ 

To reach a tree with branches 

high — 
The tree these birdies love the 

best. 
Because it holds th-eir own dear 

nest. 




That was the birdies' home, 

and here 
We'll draw the children's home, 

so dear ; 

And leading to the very door 

Are all these steps— one, two, three, 

four. 

153 



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ill 



The window now we'll draw, where we 
Look ont so many things to see. 
O window clear and bright, 'tis you 
That let the lovely light pass through ! 
When sunbeams on this mirror fall. 
The light-bird dances on the wall. 




Now, if you could but look 

behind 
The house, this rippling brook 

you'd find, 
Where swim so many silvery 

And if to cross the brook you -^^^^^^^ 

wish. 
Why, here's the bridge, so ^|| || ||\^ 

safe and dry. 
Shall we go over, you and I ? 




What's this ? A watering can like 



ours. 

To fill with water for the fiowers. 

153 




And now we draw a ladder — see ! 
A long, long ladder it shall be. 
No wonder baby thongbt lie soon 
With this could reach the shining moon. 




Now here's a cosey pigeon house, 
Not hid in any leafy boughs. 
But set upon this pole so tall ; 
Here safely live the pigeons all, 
And coo with voices 

soft and low 
As in and out their 

house they go. 





Down far below them on the 

ground 
The hen and chickens walk 

around. 
And see! a rabbit next /OAi 

appears ; 
O bunny, you have such long 

ears! 

154 




And here^s the farmyard gate, 

which we 
Should always close so carefully. 




Now, for the carpenter, we'll draw 

A hammer — see ! and this sharp saw ; 

And always gratefully we'll tell JfW~~~~~~^~^ 

About the house he built so well. 



More friends like him we 



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O 

o 



have, so kind. 
We like to bring them to /!^ 

our mind. ^ 

So, baker, since our bread you bake, 
An oven now for you we'll make. 
And, miller, for the wheat you grind, 
This flour barrel you shall find. 



^ 




Good farmer, here's your harrow 

now; 

We'll draw, besides, the useful 

plough ; 

155 





A waggon, too, to load with, hay, 
Or grain, or fruit, some 

harvest day. 
And now we draw a wheel alone. 
Where hub and tire and spokes are 

shown. 





But look ! Far over in the 

sky 
A dazzling wheel shines 

there on high — 
The glorious sun, whose spreading rays 
Bring many golden, happy days. 
And when night darkens all the blue. 
The twinkling stars come peeping 

throuo'h. 





Our eyes the wondrous windows ^^ 

are ^~"^;^T® 

Through which we gaze on sun 
and star; 

And sometimes what we see on "^^^^"^^ 



high, 



156 



We find in beauty nearer by; 

For star shapes glitter in the snow. 

And star flowers, too, the meadows show. 

And now we'll draw the moon, whose 

light 
Makes beautiful the silent night: 
Sometimes a crescent, thin and clear, 
Sometimes a big, round, silver sphere ; 
But whether round, or like a bow, 
It is the same dear moon, we know. 

Now we will draw but one thing more. 
And that shall be the big church door. 
But drawing is such happy play. 
We'll surely draw again some day. 






Emilie Poulsson. 



157 




158 



SONGS AND GAMES. 



159 



PLAY WITH THE LIMBS. 



161 



Emily Huntington Mii.leu. 
^ Allegro Moderato. mf 


Old English (i7</i Century). 


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— « — a — ^ — p — 

— * r * a^ 


1. Up and down and 

2. Bye and bye, in 


■^ ^ 1 — ^- 

in and out, 

work and play, . . . 


P- 1* 1 

Toss the lit - tie 
They'll he hus - y 


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r ^* * —^ — 




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1— 1 — > 1 






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That's the way to grow, my sweet 
Kun - uing swift for Moth - er dear. 



Up and down and 



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163 



PLAY WITH THE LIMBS.-Concluded. 




This way aud that. With a pat - a - pat - pat, With 




OBe, — two, — three ! 



For each 



lit - tie knee. 



s=»=g=j=r 



a tempo. 



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M. J. Gauland. 



PLAY WITH THE LIMBS. 

A dapted from a Tyrolese Folk Song. 



^_^^=^g-^ — ^ 


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iw ns N i"*5 "■■] 


1. ^11 a -bout, 


all a -bout 

^r^. — 1 


Ba - by's feet are fly - iug ; 

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FALLING. 



163 



Emilie Poulsson. 
Con mo to. 



Fked. Field Bullaru, Opus 30, Ho. 3. 



Down goes Ba - by. Mother's pet; Up comes Ba - by, laugbing yet ; 




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Ba - by well may laugh at harm, "While be - neath is Mother's arm. 



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rail. 



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Down goes Ba - by with-out fear ; Up comes Ba - by gai - ly here. 



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a tempo poco piu lento. 



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All is joy for Ba - by while In the light of Mother's smile. 



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a tempo poco piu lento. 



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164 



THE WEATHERVANE. 



Emilie Poulsson. 
Moderato. (Well accented.) 



George L. Osgood. 



mm 



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This way, tbat way, turns the weather - vane ; This way, 




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that way, turns and turns a - gain : Turn - ing, point-ing. 




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poeo 


Tit. ^ 




j=^=l- 


S ^ ^ > ^— 


— »— 1 


~m-r— 


^i \ h^ 


^ — :j -^^^»— 


-J — i^^^^J — \ \ — 


-^ ^- — ^ 1-H 


ev - er 


showing, 


How the mer - ry wind 


is 

A- 

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blow 


- - ing- 

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THE WEATHERVANE. 

EMir.iE PouLSSON. Arranged from Eobeut Kohl, hy E. S. 



-f-n — ^1 r^r 


=f^ ^==, r^cpir— : — ^_f_ 


— ^^-•^V- 


-i— i 


The weath 


- er - vane is perch'd on high. 


—J — r- r 

It seems 

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as 


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THE WEATHERVANE.— Concluded. 



165 




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F* 


— "'* — »— 


r- 


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winds do 


blow. The 


■weatli - er - 


vane will 


quick - ly show. 




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r~j « 




1 1 






I 


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-J — ^— ?^— 


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— J — J- 




=^ — =11 


m—^—^—m-- 




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r=r=i=^ 


^^— «L— <^ 


^"Tfl 


5^ 


i,..r r 


^r r 




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THE TREES. 

From "Music for the Kindergarten," by Eleanor Heerwaut. 



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""- — J — ^ — ^— "^ — ¥ — *l 


See the trees all in 

^h r—r—r 


a row, 

T~r~"| 


Gently swaying to and fro; 


^-^—0f-j~^^ — -•- 


0r- 


'^^ ff-^^^^ 




How their creaking branches sound, While the leaves are scatter'd round; 



166 



THE TREES.— Concluded. 




Louis C. Elson. 
Allegretto. 



THE WIND MILL. 

Arranged from Adolph Jexsen. 

4s- 



1. The wind-mill's fans a - roimd they go, As fresh'ning breezes, 

2. But when the siiin-mer sun-beams burn, The la - zj^ fans will 




on them blow ; They crush our oats, they grind our com. And 
scarcely turn; The puifs of wind come faint and slow. And 



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j=g==^=a=^^=g =g^=^^ 



^^:^ 



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Jt^ 



bus - y are both night and morn. "When blow the wild No 
then the mill will scarce - ly go. The mil - ler with dis 




Words from WIDE AWAKE, by permission of D. Lothrop Company. 



From " Songs for Little Children,"' for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith. 
Publishers: Nlilton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos Charles Co., Chicago. With permission 
of author and publishers. 



THE WIND MILL.— Concluded. 



167 









vem - ber jrales. Swift go the arms and full the sails; With 
pleas -ure sees How light and light - er, grows the breeze; And 




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joy the miller's heart doth swell. He knows his mill is grinding well, 
soon, a -las! it whol - ly drops. And then tlie bus- y wind mill stops. 






168 



WIND SONG. 



P 



Egbert Louis Stevexsox. 
Allegro moderato. 



E. S. 



->- 



1. I saw yoii toss tlie l<ites ou high, And. blow tlie birds a - 

2. I saw the diff'rent things you did, But al - ways you yonr 

3. O you that are so strong and cold, O blow - er, are you 




f 



bout the sky. And ail a - ronnd I heard yon pass. Like 

self you hid ; I felt you push, I heard you call, I 

young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or 




m 



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--f=i-- 



la - dies' skirts a - cross the grass ; O wind a - blow-ing all day long! 
could not see your - self at all; O wind a - blow-ing all daylong! 
jnst a big strong child like me ? O wind a - blow-ing all daylong! 




From " Sones for Little Children." for the Kindergarten and Primarv Schools, by Fleanor Smith. 
Publishers : Milton Hradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., Chicago. With permission 
of author and publishers. 



WIND SONG.— Concluded. 



169 



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O wind that sings so loud a son^! O wind that sings so loud a song ! 



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A ndante con moto. mf 



ALL GONE. 

Fked. Field Bullaud, Op. .30, l^o. 8. 



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For Ba - by dear to eat, — 

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All gone! The supper's gone! 



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Where did Baby's supper go ? Tongue, you had a share, I know ; 



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170 



ALL GONE.— Concluded. 
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Lit - tie hands! grow strong: 



Lit - tie legs ! grow long ; 



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grow 


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Nora Archibald Smith 
Con moto. mp dolce 



TASTE.- Guessing Game. 171 

Fred. Field Bullard, Op. 30, ]^o. 6. 



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O - ver blue eyes, gray or brown, Let the fair white curtaius down; 

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Then the red lips o - pen wide, 


Something nice ril put in -side. 


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Should you tell its prop - er name, You'll have won the guessing game ; 




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But; your tasting must be slow, That the fla - vor you may know. 

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172 



FLOWER SONG. 



NoEA Archibalu Smith. 
Valse tempo, p dolee. 



Adapted from an old Scotch Melody. 



Gov - er tlie eyes all close and tight, — Sweet, oh, so 



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FLOWER SONG. 



Kate L. Brown. 
Andantino. 



Caul Eeinecke. 



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1. Smell tlie flow'r, ray cliild.aiul see What its perfume breathes to thee ; 

2. From my ten -der' rest-in g place, Lit - tie one with hap-py face. 




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In its Clip so small and brijiht. Safely hid - den from our sight, 
I am talking to thee, dear, Tho' no voice my child may hear ; 




calando. 



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There an an - gel - spirit dwells, 
But my perfume, sweet, will tell. 



And its mes - sage sweetly tells. 
Lit -tie friend, I love thee well. 



174 



TICK-TACK ! 



Emtlte Poulsson. 
Moderato. f 



Popular Melody from 
'Childrens' Songs," by Caki. Keinecke. 



E^EEJ 



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1. Tick-tack! tick-tack! Hear the old clock saying Tick-tack! Now ray Ba-by, 

2. Tick-tack! tick-tack! B.y your tick-tack steady, G-ood clock, help me ev - er 

3. Tick-tack! tick-tack! Forward.backwardswiugiug Tick-tack! Telling ever 



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That he is a clock is play-ing, While his lit - tie arm he swings 
That in time I may he read - y Eor wliat-ev - er I must do. 
That the moments swift are winging Would our hearts be free and gaj^ 






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Eack and forth, and gai-ly sings. . . 

Eiit - ing, sleeping, working, too 

Clock, we must your voice o - bej^ 



Hark now,— -^ 

Hark now,— > Tick-tack! tick-tack! 

Hark now, — J 



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TICK-TACK !— Concluded. 
PP 



175 



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TICK! TOCK! 



Emily Huntixgtox Miller. 
Allegretto. 



Eleanor Smith. 



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1, Swing ! swong ! this is the way Goes the pen-du-lum night and day 

2. Swing! swong! sure and slow Goes the pen du-lum to., and fro. 




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Tick! tock! 

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tick! tock! 
tick ! tock ! 

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the morn - ing 


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says 

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the clock, 














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Time for work and time for fun. Time to sleep when day is done. 
Time to wake from slumber sweet. Time to wash and time to eat. 

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Time 
Time 



Tick! tock! Hear the clock! 
Tick ! tock ! Hear the clock ! 



rest each lit - tie 
o - pen sleep - y 



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Emilie Poulsson. 
Moderato. mf 



GRASS MOWING. 



German Folk Song, 



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1. Pe - ter, Pe - ter, qnick-ly go To the fields the grass to mow; 

2. Nowwe thankourfrieuds.eachone, — Pe - ter for the mow-ing done, 



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Jui - cy grass and hay so sweet, Bring them for the cow to eat. 
Li - n'a for the milking, too, And for milk, good cow,thank you. 



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GRASS MOWING.— Concluded. 



177 



Li - na, Li - na, milk the cow: Good sweet milk she gives ns now. 
Thanks to all are glad - ly said: Bak - er, thank you for the bread. 




a tempo. 



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Milk to drink with rolls or bread,— Thus the lit - tie ones are fed. 
Thanks dear Mother shall not miss,— Giv - en with a lov - ing kiss. 




Pronounced Lee-na, 



BECKONING THE CHICKENS. 

Emily Huxtixgtox Milleu. W. W. Gilchrist, 

Moderately quick. 



Ti - ny fin-gers in a row, Beckon to the chickens so ; — 

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Down - y lit -tie chickens dear, — Fingers say, "Come here.comehere. 



178 



BECKONING THE CHICKENS.-Concluded. 



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Chick ! chick! chick! chick! chick! "Fingers say, 'Come here, come here,- 




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Pretty chickens, soft and small. Do not fear, -we love you all.". 



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BECKONING THE PIGEONS. 

Emilie Poulsson. J.rraws»ed/romKAiiLEEiNECKE, by Eleanor Smith. 
Andaniino. ^^ ,^ , . 



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1 Oh, call the pig - eons, ba-by dear. And beckon them to you. 




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You'll hear them an - swer Jov-iug-ly, Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo - coo. 



THE FISH IN THE BROOK. 



179 



Words adapted from '^ Music for the 
Kindergarten," by Eleanok Heeuwaut. 



A llegretto 



A rranged from 
EOBEUT XOHL, by'E,.^. 




Sil - ver - y lit - - tie fish - - es gleam. 




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Dart - ing here, 


sMmmiug there; grace -ful 


and free 






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They dive, they rise. How hap - py they must be 



180 



THE FISH IN THE BROOK. 



Emily HuxtingtOiN Miller. 
Con mo to. p 



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Music adapted from 

JOHANJVES BUAHMS, by E. S. 



1. Mer - ry lit - tie fish - es In the brook at plaj', 

2. Pret - ty bod - ies curv - ing, Bend-iog like a bow. 



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Eloat - ing in the shal - lows. Dart -ing swift a - way. 
Thro' the clear bright wa - ter See them swift -ly go. 



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Hap - py lit - tie fish - 
Hap - py lit - tie fish - 


es, 
es, 


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Come and play 
May we play 

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with me. 
with you? 


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No, oh no! the fish- es say, That can nev - er be. 
No, oh no ! the fish - es say. That would nev - er do. 



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THE CATERPILLAR. 



181 



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Emilie Poulssox. 
Heavily. 



Elkaxor Smith. 



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1. Creep - ing, slow - ly, creep - iiijj, 

2. Hid - iug now and sleep - iug. 



Cat - er - pil - lars 
In this sleep so 




now are seen Eeast - iug on the leaves so green ; 

long and strange Comes to them a won - drous change ; 




Allegretto. 


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3 Ely - Ing, light-ly fly - ing, J 
4. Kov - ing, rest-lug, rov - ing, I 

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s"ow 
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the crawliTig 
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time is past, 
dain-ty fare, 

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182 



THE CATERPILLAR.— Concluded. 



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But - - ter - flies are here at last, Fly - ing, light - ly 

Flow - ers sweet the feast pre - pare, K.ov - ing, rest - ing, 

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fly - ing. Fly - ing, light - ly fly ing. 

rov - ing, Eov - iug, rest - ing, rov ing. 




BUTTERFLIES. 



Kate L. Brown 
Moderato. 



Elizabeth TJ. Emerson. 



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bell, 

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Eest 


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heart of the 


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Krniii " Stories in Sonj;," told by Elizabeth U. Emerson, and Kate S. Brown. By arrangement 
k-ith 01i%'er Ditson Co. 



BUTTERFLIES.— Concluded. 



183 



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bell, Kest and work till uay - light's close. 



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THE FLYING BIRD. 

Kate L. Brown. "W. W. Gilchrist. 

Bather fast, hut with smooth, undulating motion. 



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.. little 


bird, 
bird 

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in the gold ~ 
thro' the sum - 


- - en sun ; 
- nier hours, 

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Fly, till the 

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day is 

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184 



THE FLYING BIRD.— Concluded. 



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lit-tle biid, where grass 

thro' the twi - light and sil - 



es play ; 
ver dew. 



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Fly to the 

Home... to the 


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bine heav'n 
nest tliat 


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far a- 

Avaits for 


way: 
you. 


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Fly to the blue heaT'n fiir a- way. 

Home... to the nest that waits... for you. 



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Emily Huntixgtox Miller. 
Andante con raoto. mf 



THE TARGET. 185 

FiiED. Field Bullaud, Op. 30, Xo. 5. 



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One piece this way aud one piece that. And a smooth little board that is 

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round aud flat: 



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Drive in a peg that will hold them well, 



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here is a tar - get read-y to sell. "What costs it?" "Tliiee 




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ha' -pennies ! " " Oh, that is much too dear, For on - ly two 



186 



THE TARGET.— Concluded. 

/ 



ha' - pen-nies have I here." "Three ha' -pennies is just enough, 




One for the work and two for the stuff. Three ha' - pen - nies the 




buy - er must pay. Who can -not pay that must run a -way!" 




PAT-A-CAKE. 

Emilt Huntington Miller. 



Alsatian Folk Sonfj. 



1. Come, my Ea - hv, you sliall make.. Moth - er dear a 

2. Bak - er, is your "ov - en liot?... Bake my cake hut 



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PAT-A-CAKE.— Concluded. 



187 




Pat 

Toss 



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tlie cake all smooth and. flat; Mark it there and 

the cake in straight and stead - y ; Bake it brown and 



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mark it here, And there's a cake for Moth - er dear, 
bring it here: See Ba - by's cake for Moth - er dear. 



^S 



Kate L. Beown. 
Allegretto, mf 



THE MILL-WHEEL. 



Carl Eeineckb. 



1. The bus - y mill, the bus - y.. mill. It work-eth day by. 

2. "No, no!" the bus - y mill-wheel cries, " The ris - ing sun I-. 



188 



THE MILL-WHEEL.— Concluded. 



day. Up - OH its .swiftly turning wheel The shin-ing wa-ters 
greet. AH day I tuiu the heav-y stones That giiud the golden 



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play. O mill-wheel, you will weary grow : Ifow stop and rest, I pray, 
wheat ; And hungry children shall he glad 1 or dai - ly bread to eat." 




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THE FARMER. 



Moderato. mf 



Melody adapted from Swiss Folk So7i(j. 
-1— 



:s=:1*c: 



1. Sliall we show you how the Farmer, Shall we show you how tlie Farmer, 

2. Siiall we sliow you how the Farmer, Shall we show you how the Farmer, 

3. Sliall we show you how the Farmer, Sliall we show you how the Farmer, 

4. Shall we show you how the Farmer, Shall we show you how the Farmer, 




nif Con pedale. 



THE FARMER.— Concluded. 



189 



Shall we show you how the Farra-er sows his bar - ley and wheat? 

Shall we show yon how the Farmer mows his bar - ley and wheat? 

Shall we show you how the Farmer threshes bar - ley and wheat? 

Shall we show yon how the Farm -er sifts his bar - ley and wheat? 




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Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, 

Look, 'tis thus the busy Farra-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, 

Look, tis thus the bus-y Farmer, Look, 'tis thus the busy Farm-er, 

Look, tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, 



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Look, 'tis thus the busy 
Look, 'tis thus tlie bus-y 
Look, 'tis thus the bus-y 
Look, 'tis thus the busy 



Farm-er sows his bar - ley and wheat. 

Farm er mows his bar - ley and wheat. 

Farm-er threshes bar - ley and wheat. 

Farm er sifts his bar - ley and wheat. 




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190 



THE BIRD'S NEST. 



Kate L. Browx. 



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Arranged from Egbert Kohl, by E. S. 

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Where the wikl rose spreads its bow 



Hides a nest 



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Two pretty eggs I hold with care. Soon lit-tle birdies out will creep, 






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Crying, peep, peep. Mother dear, peep,— We love you, peep ! 

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IN A HEDGE. 



191 



Froebel. 
Andantino. p 



E. S. 



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1. In a hedge just ^'here 'tis beat. Moth - er.. bird has 

2. The eggs are hatch'd, aud we can hear Two ti»-ny birds cry, 



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bnilt her nest. Two small eggs she lays, speckled and blue, 
Moth- er dear." Near them let us soft - ly creep. 



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Sits there many days,warm and true ; Sits there many days, warm and true. 
"While the birdlings cry " Peep,peep ! " While the birdlingscry "Peep, peep !" 




From " Song-s for Little Children," for the Kinderg-arten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith. 
Publishers: Milton Bradley Co., Spriusfield, Mass. ; Thomas Charles Co., 211-213, Wabash Avenue, 
Chicago. With permission of author and publishers. 



192 



THE BIRD'S NEST. 



Emily Huntington Miller. 
In moderate time, and with an easy swing. 



W. W. Gilchrist. 






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Here's a pret-ty era- die nest. Snug and warm and round; 




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W' ' " J " 

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nit f 1 1 


down-y... -bed, 

1 


Lit - tie nestling birds we found. 

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Stay ! stay ! the birdies say, Moth - er, fly not a - waj-, 




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Dear! dear! O nev-erfear, Moth-er waits and watches near. 



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THE BIRD'S NEST.— Concluded. 



193 



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Peep! peep, dear, so dear ; Hush! hush! do not fear, 

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my 



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WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY.? 

Texnyson. E. S. 

A ndante. 



A 1- 



What does lit -tie bir - die say, In her nest, at peep of day? 
What does lit - tie ba - by say, In her bed at peep of day ? 




'Let 
Ba- 



me fly," says lit - tie birdie, " Mother, let me 
by says, like lit - tie bir-die, "Let me rise and 



fly a 
fly a 



way. 
way. 



194 WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY ?— Concluded. 



Bir- (lie, rest a lit - tie lon-ger, 'Till the ]it - tie -wings are stronger.' 
Ba - by, sleep a lit - tie lou-ger, 'Till the lit - tie limbs are stronger. 

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If she sleeps a lit - tie longer, lia - by, too, shall fly a - way. 

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LULLABY. 



J. "W. Elliott. 



Andante con moto. 




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LULLABY.— Continued. 



195 



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On one leg he perch ■ es. When little Ba - by bye-hye goes, 

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On Mania's arm re • pos - ing; Soon he lies he - neath the clothes. Safe 




rail. 



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in the era die doz - in 

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196 



LULLABY.— Continued. 







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ritard. 



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goes to sleep. Tail and nose to- geth - er. Then lit -tie mice a 







round her creep, Light-ly as a feath - er. When lit-tle Ba - by 




goes to sleep, ^ndlie is ver - y near ns, Then on tip- toe 




LULLABY.— Concluded. 

poco cres. rail. r=- 




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PP 



mi 



Liil-la - by ! . 



Lul-la, Lul - la, Lul 
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THE BIRD'S NEST. 






Author Unknown 
Briskly. 



W. W. GiLCHllIST, 



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1. I lived first in a lit - tie house, 

2. Oue day I fluttered from the nest, 



And lived there 
To see what 



ver - y 
I could 




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well ; 

find ; ... . 



Thought the world was ver - y, ver - y 
Said the world is sure - ly made of 



small, 
leaves, 



198 



THE BIRD'S NEST.— Concluded. 



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And made of pale -blue sliell. 
I have been ver - y bliud. 



lived next 
at length 



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in a lit - tie nest, ISTor need - ed an - y oth - er ; 

flew be - youd the tree, Quite fit for grown up - la - bors ; 



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Tho't the world wholly made of straw, And brooded by my moth - er. 
I don't know howtlieworldismade, Andnoitlier do my neigh-bors. 




THE FLOWER BASKET. 



Kate L. Brown. 
Con inoto. 



H. Kohl. 



:EF, 



^^ 



From the willow branches slender, With their leaves so green andten-der. 




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THE FLOWER BASKET.— Concluded. 



199 



M-f ^ ^ > 


■J \ h> 1 — J- 


F^— ^-^i — ^ 


=d^^^' -xJ 


w~^^-^ — ^-^. — •- 

Lit - tie baskets 

Q.b ^ n*^ 


iTzr-^-^ 1 

we are weaving. 


All our sweetest flowers receiving ; 


^^ 1 — ^ r — ^ 


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S=F=t 



To., our parents we are bringing Pret-ty gifts with joy and singing; 



pp^^^^Pl^^ 






La, la, la, la, Dearest Pa-pa, Flow'rs we bring to you. 




La, la, la, la, Dearest Mama, Plow'rs we bring to you. 




"•c^ 



200 



THE FLOWER BASKET. 



Emily Huntington Miller. 
Allegretto, p 



Eleanou Smith. 




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blos-soms from the wood. 






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With our birth-day wish - es, with OTir songs and kiss - es. 




fe^g;^^^^ ^ ^=J^^= ^H=s^^^?^5^^s^^^ 



Give it to the fa - ther, dear and kind and good 



THE FLOWER BASKET.— Concluded. 



201 



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Give it to the fa - ther, dear and kind and good. 



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Emily Huxttngton Miller 
Moderate . 



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THE PIGEON -HOUSE. 

KoBERT Kohl, arr. by E. Smith. 

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O see mypigeoD-house.soMgh! My pret-ty pig - eons baste to fly; 






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To pleasant fields tlie.y quickly go, So bus - y gleaning to and fro ; 



202 



THE PIGEON -HOUSE.-Concluded. 



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L-p=i-_ 



And when they come back to 



Sit 



at nigbt, a - gain I close my 



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pigeon -house tight. Coo, coo, .. coo, coo,... Coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo... 



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NAMING THE FINGERS. 



Lauha E. Richards. 
Andante non troppo. mf dolce. 



m 



French Folk Song. 



^=^ 



-^ — **- 



1. This is lit - tie Tommy Tliumb, Eoiiud and smooth as a - ny plum. 

2. This is might-y To- by Tall: He's the biggest one ot" all. 



P 



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mf dolce. 



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1^'^ k ^-^^> — ^" 


--^-^^-^^v- 


1 . > --^ 


1 ^ N ^ H^ 


This is bus -v 
This is dainty 


Pe - ter Pointer; 
Eeu-ben Eiug ; 

-n \ 


Sure-ly he's a 
He's too tine for 


: * -^^-^^ 

dou- ble- joiut-er. 
a - ny • thing. 


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m^^i^i^ 


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tp >_ 


:^=^= ^1 



NAMING THE FINGERS.— Concluded. 

rail. 




3. And tliia lit - tie wee one, may be. Is the pretty Tin-ger Ba-by. 




a tempo. 


'~^~- — •" 


~f' 


1 — N — k — 1 1 


All the five we've counted now, 
a tempo. 

A" — r—- ^^^~H -1 -1 — 1 


Bus - y 


->- 

Fin 

r 


=^ * 3 

-jrers in a row. 

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L^^ 

1 

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- • f- -r- -*- 


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E? 




_t--E=Listi=l 



9b — ^ — ^ — ^__^ 


— K N ^ 


- ^ ^ ^ ^ 


-7^-1^-^ 


Ev - 'ry Fin - ger 


snows the way. 


;-J— •'—»—-- 

How to work and 


how to play; 


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1 |i"""" 




— 'i 1 — ~l — ^ 


f^^--^-^ 


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a=^=Jz=tz 


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lento e marcato. 



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But to-geth-er they Avork best, Eacli one help-ing all the rest. 

lento e nnarcato. 



W 



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S=^=fS-- 



204 



Emilte Poulsson. 
Allegretto, wf 



THE GREETING. 

Adapted from a Scotch Folk Song. 



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m 



Now see them here, these friends so dear, As they to-geth - er meet, . 

\ ^.^ -- 



^=zt^ ;>—L^^LJ: 






"With hows po - lite and f ac - es bright, Each oth - er they will greet. 



=*=^=f= ^=J^g =^ 



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f* 


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^ "Oil, 1 


jow do you do ? 


And how do you do ? 


And 


-•- 

how do 


you do 


— J— 

a-j 

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?ain? 


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■tir— "^— g*"^ ill: 






And how do you do ? And how do you do?" Say all these lit - tie men.. 




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mm^^mm 



THUMBS AND FINGERS SAY, "GOOD MORNING." 205 



Words adapted from Froebel. 
Allegro vivace, mf 



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Tliumbs and fin - gers say, " Good - moin-ing, 'Tis a ver 



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pleas 


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lite - ly, 












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Tall men nod and smile so briglit-ly; "While the rest with 



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joy - ful greet - iug, All their lit - tie friends are meet - ing. 




From " Songrs for Little Children." for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith. 
Publishers : Milton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., Chicago. With permission 
of author and publishers. 



206 



THE FAMILY. 



Emilie Poulssox 



W. ^y. Gilchrist. 




al - ways dear ; This is the bus - y Fa - ther, Al - ways brave, 




full of clieer; Tliis is the mer - ry broth - er. 




^ 









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grown so strong and tall; This is the gen - tie sis - ter, 



THE FAMILY.— Concluded. 



207 



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This is the Ba - by small. 



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glad • ly meet. 



glad • ly meet; 



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Here is the hap - py fam - i - ly. All complete, all com-plete. 




THE FAMILY. 



Emilie Poulssox. 
Lento ma non troppo. mp dolce. 

>> N N (- 



EUPHEMIA M. PaKKER. 

{The Refrain after a French Folk Song.) 



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This is the lov - ing Moth - er, Al - ways good and dear ; . 



208 



THE FAMILY.— Continued. 



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=?£: 


--^ ^--r- 


This ia tUe bus 


■ y 


Fa 


i^ ' 

ther, 


Brave 


and full 


of 


clieer ; 

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This is the mer ~ ry Broth - er, Grown so strong aud taU;.... 




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This is the gen - tie Sis - ter, This the Ba - by small... 



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And here they all to- geth - er meet, This whole glad fam-i - ly complete. 



THE FAMILY.— Concluded. 



209 



f Hefraix, animato. 



This hap - py, hap - py fam - i - ly. They love each oth. - er well ; . . . 




This hap -py, hap - py fam - i - ly, In joy andpeace they dwell.. . 




THE FAMILY. 



Emilie Poulsson. 
Allegretto. 



Austrian Folk Song. 



1. Here's Grand-pa - pa and Grand-nia - ma. And Fa - ther, too, and 




I, for right hand. 

15 



4s=^^i=f^= =3 


1 — ^ — ^- 


N N- 


-- f^ S— 


-r — i— ^ 


Moth - er. With 

/^ ] -. 1 


-j — J- 

Ba - by 


— J <r - 

wee, one 

^ — 1 1 — 


fam - 1 - 


ly; Oh, 

r — i— ' 




=J J 

1 =?- 


^ 




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L^ — \ — 


=^!> ±Z 


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210 



THE FAMILY.— Concluded. 



f 



how they love each oth - er. 1 2. The Aunt and Un - cle 



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fall. 



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now we see. And lit - tie Cous - ins, one — two— three: And 



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p^g^^:=g^^ 



rt. tempo. 



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f 



^ = bp^ 

ly is found In hap - py love to 



this good fam 



ES^ES^E^: 



tempo. 



^ 



m 



getli - er bound, lu love to - geth - er bound. 



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t 2, for left hand. 



NUMBERING THE FINGERS. 



211 



Emilie Poulssox. 
Moderato. mf A 



Adapted from a French Folk Song. 

A 




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A^ 


A 












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f^ T i>— -^-*-T 


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J^J^*— ^— 


W ^ P_L_* — ^ g— g ri^ — i? ^ : 1 ^ — ^ — 1 

three; Hing ringer /owr, Little Fin-ger /re. And that is all you 


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n — ^^~] - 


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1 1 


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NUMBERING THE FINGERS.— Concluded. 

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213 



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Adapted from Reinkcke. 





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1. Five lit - tie 


maid - ens 


all... 


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a row, 




2. Four lit - tie 


bob - o - links 


sit - tins 


in 


a tree, 




3. Three lit - tie 


ros - - es 


in tlie 


par 


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4. Two lit tie 


hon - ey bees 


on a 


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5. One lit - tie 


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From " Songs for Little f.hildren," for the Kindergarten and Primary Scho>>ls, bv Eleanor Smith. 
Publishers: Milton Bradlev C"., Sprinpfield, Mnss. ; Thomas Charles Co., 211-213, Wabash Avenue, 
Chicajjo. With permission of author and publishers. 



FIVE IN A ROW.— Concluded. 



215 



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V one a - way is 
now the gard'ner's 

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f swift-ly off he 


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go. Leaving four lit - tie maid - ens 

see. Leaving three lit - tie bob - o - links 

head. Leaving two lit tie ros - - es 

home, Leaving one lit tie hon -ey -bee 

sneeze, Leaving no lit- tie mou-sie, and 



standing in a row. 

sit-ting in a tree. 

in the gar-den bed. 

on a clov-er bloom, 

such a lit - tie cheese ! 



216 



Kate L. Brown. 
Moderato.^ 



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FINGER PIANO. 

Music arranged from Caul Eeinecke, by E. S. 



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1. Rippling, sparkling in the sun, See the laughing brook -lata run : 

2. Now the mer - ry lark on high Car - ols sweet-ly from the sky ; 

3. Thus the hand, so small a thing, Still may sweetest mu - sic bring; 




Tell me, brooklet, in your play. Tell the song you sing to - day ; 
"Wide he spreaclshisflutt' ring wings. Showing ghidness as he sings; 
Fiu-gers, you must move a - long, You may help to make the song ; 




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Up and down the fin - gers go. Brooklets singing as they flow. 
Up and down tlie fin - gers go, 'Tis tlie lark's song here bo -low. 
Up and down the fin - gers go, Wak-en mu - sic sweet and low. 



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THE HAPPY BROTHERS AND SISTERS. 217 

Laura E. Eichards. Old French Lullaby. 

Andantino. p 




Light goes and night comes, — Sleep - y now are they. 




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Mav our Heav'nly Fa - ther Watch us till we rise 
Drop the head, .'. go to bed : We are sleep - y too. 



218 



THE BABY AND THE MOON. 



Adapted from Froebel, Jjy Kate S. Kellogg. 

Allegretto, p Legato. ^^ 



E. S. 



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I can -not go. 






THE BABY AND THE MOON.- Concluded. 



219 




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In her house dark and blue, thongh she must stay, Kindly she'll watch thee, 




kindly she'll watch thee. Kindly she'll watch thee, till dawns thenew day. 




From " Songs for Little Children," for the Kindergarten and primary Schools, by Fleanor Sn\ilh. 
Publishers: Milton l^radley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., Chicago. "With permission 



of author and publisheis. 



230 



O LOOK AT THE MOON. 



Mrs. FoLLEX. 
ihout Waltz Time. 



W. W. Gilchrist. 














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THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS. 



Emily Huntington Miller, 
Moderato and Sweetly. 



G-EOKGE L. Osgood. 



1. ^N^ow the stars be - gin to peep. In the sky so pure and bright; 

2. See the nioth-er star so dear ! With her lit - tie chil-dreu small, 

3. " Mother star ! I wish I knew How your ba- bies go to bed; 

4. Come,my darling! while you sleep On your pil- low soft and white, 



r- r- r- r 

With the movement of a cradle song. 



THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS.— Concluded. 





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Ba - by soon must 
And tlie fa - tlier 
Do they run as 
Stars will thro' youi 


go to sleep, 
watching near, 
chickens do, 
' win-dow peep. 


She roust bid the stars good-night: 
Pret - ty stars ! I love you all ! 
Hid - ing ev - 'ry yel - low head ? 
Smiliug, "Ba - by, dear, good-night ! 

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Lit - tie feet are tired of play, Come, my dar - ling, come a - way ! 
"When I shut my eyes to sleep. All the night your watch you keep; 
Do you tuck them soft and deep In a fleec - y cloud to sleep? 
Sweet-ly dreams and safe - ly rest lu your pret -ty era - die nest! 




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Lit - tie feet are tired of plaj% Come, my darling, come a - way ! 

When I shut my eyes to sleep. All the night your watch you keep. 

Do yoii tiick them soft and deep. In a fleec -y cloud to sleep? 

Sweetly dreams aud safely rest In your pret-ty era - die nest!" 



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THE CHILD AND THE STAR. 223 

J. W. Elliott. 



Andante con moto e tranquillo 



1. Lit - tie star that shines so bright. Come and peep at me to - night, 

2. Lit - tie star ! O tell me, pray, "Where you hide yourself all day ? 

3. Lit - tie Child! at you I peep While you lie so fast a - sleep; 

4. For I've ma - ny friends on high, Liv-ing with me in the sky, 




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For I of - ten watch for you In the pret - ty sky so blue. 

Have you got a home like me. And a fa - ther kind to see ? 

But when morn he-gins to break, I my homeward jour-ney take. 

And a lov - iug Fa - ther, too. Who commands what I m to do. 




TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR. 

J. W. Elliott. 
P 



Allegretto moderato. 



-^ •- 

1. Twin - kle. twinkle, lit - tie star. How I won - der what you are! 




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the world so liigh, 


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2. "When the blaz- ing sun is gone, When he noth-ing shines up - on, 

3. Then the trav-'ler in the dark Thanks you for your ti - ny spark: 




* -»- -m- ••- -m- ^- -m- * 



Then you show your lit - tie light, Twin-kle, twiu-kle, all the night. 
How could he see where to go. If you did not twin-kle so ? 




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4. In the dark blue sky you keep, Oft - en through my curtains peep, 

5. As your bright and ti - ny spark Lights the trav'ler" in the dark. 



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TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR.- Concluded. 225 

p poco Ht. 



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For you nev - er shut your eye. Till the sun is in the sky. 
Though I know not what j'ou are, Twin-kle, twin-kle, lit - tie star. 




STARS AND DAISIES. 



E. S. 



Dolce. 




1 1 














































7 

1. The 

2. The 


stars are 
star buds 


ti - ny dai 
bios - som iu 


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the 


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high, 

night. 


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Ope-uing and 
love the 



shut - ting in the sky. While dai-sies are the 
moons calm, ten-der ]ight,But daisies bloom out 







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From " Songs for Little Children," for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith. 
Publishers : Milton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., Chicago. With permission 
of author and publishers. 



16 



226 



STARS AND DAISIES.— Concluded. 



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be - low, 
the day. 



Twink - ling and spark-ling as they grow. 
Watch - ing the bright sun ou his way. 




THE LIGHT BIRD. 

Arranged from Egbert Kohl, 5?/ E. S. 



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1. O pret - ty bird, O shin - ing bird, O bright bird on the wall! 

2. The pret- ty bird, the shin - ing bird That flies xip-on the wall! 



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O pret - tybird, O shin - ing bird, Be still and hear my call! 
Is Uiade of light all pure and bright,It can-not hear your call; 



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237 



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O pret ■ tybi'rd, O slihi - insbird, O brio ht bird on the wall! 
But eyes may catch and hearts may bold The light bird on the wall ! 




THE LIGHT BIRD. 



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Elizabeth Charles Le Bouegeois. 
Lightly. 



Eleanor Smith. 



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228 



THE LIGHT BIRD.— Concluded. 



'Tis tile light bird, A ver - y bright bird. But it can not hear your call. 

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THE SHADOW RABBIT. 

Child Song (Old French). 



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1. Hey, the Eab-bit ! Ho, the Rab-bit ! See the Eab-bit on the Tvall, 

2. Now the Eab-bit sits up - right. Munching grass with all his might, 

3. Down our Eab-bit cow-ers now; Sure some dan -ger low-era now. 



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Pricts his ears, for that's his hab-it; Pricks them up and lets them fall. 
See hiiu wrin - kle up liis nose... "What's that for, do you sup-pose? 
See, the Hun - ter with his gun.. Thinks he's going to have some fun. 







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THE SHADOW RABBIT.— Concluded. 



229 



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Pret-ty Eab-bit, stay now; Come with me and play now. 
Brotli-er Eab-bit, shall I feed you ? Iso, my dear, I do not need you. 
Puff, puff, puff ! The bul-lets fly-in g ! Is our Kab-bit real-ly dy-ing? 



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Ko, ah no, he will not stay: Up he jumps and springs a - way. 
Bab-bits made up - on the wall Feed themselves, or not at all. 
Ifot a bit, for see him run! Kab-bits, too, can have their fun. 




Emily Huntington Milleu 
Briskly and gracefully. 



THE LITTLE WINDOW. 

W. W. Gilchrist. 



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1. Peek - a-boo, peek - a-boo light, 

2. Peek - a-boo, peek - a-boo light,. 

3. Peek - a-boo, peek - a-boo light,. 



beau - ti - ful, beau - ti - ful 
beau - ti - i'ul, beau - ti - ful 
beau - ti - ful, beau - ti - ful 



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THE LITTLE WINDOW.— Concluded, 



light!, 
light!. 
light!. 



Shin - ing so clear thro' my vrin - dow bright 
Mak - iiig the fields and mead - ows so briglit 
Love is the suu-shine that makes the heat briglit 




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Down from the sky, 
Fh)w'rs in tlie gtass 
Pure we would be. 



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pass ; 
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Peek - a - boo light. 
Peek - a - boo liglit. 




beau- ti - ful light, 
beau - ti - ful liglit, 
beau - ti - ful light, 



Peek - a - boo, beau - ti - ful, beau-ti - ful light. 
Peek - a - boo, beau - ti - ful, beau-ti - ful light. 
Peek - a - boo, beau - ti - ful, beau-ti - ful light. 



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THE WINDOW. 



231 



Georgr H. Page. 
Tranquillo. 



Eleanor Smith. 



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1. Come, love - ly light, and shine on us, And makes ns warm and bright; 

2. " Dear child, the sim has sent me down To make au - oth - er day, 




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Ton shine on ns, we'll gaze on you, Eor day has conquered night. 
And help you tread the path of right. By light-eu - ing your way. 

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In thauk-ful praise of his bright rays.Theu lift your hap- py voic 

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For you love him and he loves you, And all tlie world re - joic 




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TRANSFORMATION GAME. 



Emilie Poulssox. 
Moderato. 



Eleaxoii Smith. 



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1. How bean-ti - fnl ! how joy - otis Our cir - cle large and -wide! TVhere 

2. Up in the sky a - bove iis The love - ly stars ap - pear, Our 

3. HoTT beau-ti - ful ! how joy - ous ! A -wreath we now have bound, In 




ma - ny hap - py chil - dren. Move gai - ly side by side. Ho-w 
cir - cle now is cliaug-iug, Be - hold a star is here. A 
love and joj-- u - nit - ed, TTe gai - ly dance a - round. And 




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233 



'round, we go with sing - ing. As we all love to do. 
this is for our pa - rents, Our grate - ful love to show, 
star and wreath have van - ished, TJ - ni - ted we re - main. 



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THE CHARCOAL-BURNER. 

Fred. Field Bullard, Op. 30, :N'o. 1. 



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1. Oh, why does the Char - coal - burn - er stay 

2. The Char - coal - burn - er is black and grim, But 



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Up in the woods by night and day? He chops the trees and he 
thanks for his work we owe to him. He chops the trees with a 



234 



THE CHARCOAL-BURNER.— Concluded. 



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piles the wood, And burns it slo-w" to tlie cliar-coal jrood. The 
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beat. But he must have char - coal the iron to heat. 



THE CARPENTER. 235 

Emilie Poulsson. W. W. Gilchrist. 



Bu- sy is the Car-pen-ter, At his work lie stands. Oh, the wonders 



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THE CARPENTER.— Concluded. 



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THE CARPENTER. 



ESIILIE POULSSOX. 

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2. By his work the crooked soon Straijihtaiid e - ven jiTows; 

3. So the Car - pen - ter at last AH to-geth-er brings; 




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Oh, the won-ders he can do "NVitli liis skil - fiil iiands! 
Curv'd he changes in- to flat; AVondroiis skill lie shows. 
^S'ails tiie boanis aud tini -bers fast; llow his ham - nier rings ! 



THE CARPENTER.— Continued. 



237 



Saw-ingDOw, the long boards Short-er soon he makes, 
Thus he Tvorks so bus - i - ly, But we hear him say. 
Thus a CO- .sy house he builds Where the cbihl may live. 






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And the rough is quick-ly smoothed When the plane he takes. 
'Here a board and tiiere a board : Pray, what vise are they?" 
And for this the grate -ful child Love and thanks will give. 




Eap, rap, rap, rap, rap ! 




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THE CARPENTER.-Concluded. 



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THE BRIDGE. 



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Emilie Poulsson. 
Andantino. 



Eleanok Smith. 



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1. Tliehrookis flow-ing mer - ri - ly, Its wa -ters softly glide; 

2. But dark the Tva - ter flows he-tween,Tlie stream is deep and wide; 

3. All thanks to you, good Car - peu - ter, The child calls out iu glee, 

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No way the lit -tie child can find To reach tlu", otli - er side. 
Now I can reach the oth - er side "NVhcrc 1 have longed to be. 



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A-cross the "brook are pret - ty ferns, And oh ! sucli lovely moss ! 
But soon there comes a Car - pen-ter, Who works with busy hands, 
So on the hridge the hap - py child Kuus back and forth at "will. 




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And builds a bridge that safe and strong A - bove the wa - ter stands. 
Al - though be-neath so deep and wide. The brook is flow - ing still. 




THE JOINER. 

Nora A. Smith, Arranged from PiObeet Kohl. 

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1. Plane, plane, plane; 

2. Strong, strong, strong ; 



Join - er, fol - low the grain. 
Push the plane a - long. 



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THE JOINER.— Concluded. 



Sraootli as silk the ta - Lie grows ; Xot a break the fi - Isre shows. 
Make the bench all glos-sy white ; Not a splin-ter leave iu sight. 

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Join - er, fol-low tlie grain. 
Join - er, follow the giain. 



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Caro a. Dugan. 

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THE FARMYARD.— Continued. 



241 



friends to you and me. 



2. The pret - ty pig -eons in the sun, 

3. The ducks are swimming round and round, 

4. Just see the tur - key strutting by. — 

5. The lit - tie lambs are cry - ing now. 



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Quack, quack, quack, quack. The moth -er hen a worm has found; 

Gobble-obble, gobble-obble. The pigs are grunt - ing in tlieir sty ; 

Ma-a, ma-a, ma-a, ma-a. The dog. joins in the Bow, wow, wow; 



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The so - ber cows all watch the fun. And say, Moo-00, moo-oo. 
The chickens run a - cross the ground. And cry, Pee-eep, pee-eep. 
The roost- er from his perch on high. Cries, Cock - a - doo - die- doo. 
The old sheep standing by • the plow. Says, Baa, baa - aa, baa-aa. 




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THE FARMYARD.— Concluded. 

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THE GARDEN -GATE. 



Emily Huntington Milleu. 
Rather quick. 



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1. Pretty gar - den- gate, we pray you, O - pen wide and let us go ; 

2. In the wind so gen - tly rock-ing. Here the Moth-er - rose is seen; 

3. Darling vio - lets, are you hid - ing In the grass your eyes so hlue? 

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TVliere tliomer- ry fountain danc - es, "Whefe the sweet, white lilies grow. 
And her ba - b"v - hnds are peeping 'J'hro' their blankets soft and green. 
Nev - er fear tliat we shall leave you, We will on - ly smile on you. 




THE GARDEN-GATE.— Concluded. 



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0- pen.pret - ty gate, we pray, O - pen flow'rs for now 'tk clay. 
Ba - by -buds ! make haste to grow, While the sura - nier breez-es blow. 
Eos-es red, and lil - ies white, Violets sweet, good-bye, goodnight. 



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THE LITTLE GARDENER, 

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1. Come, chil-dren, with me to the gar - den a - way 

2. "All thanks, lit - tie chil-dren," each bud seems to saj-. 



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THE LITTLE GARDENER.— Continued, 



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The plants are all Tvait - injr onr cora-ing to - day. 
All thanks for the love that yoa show us to - day. 



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Now beau- ty and per- fume shall bless you each one.... 



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In lov - iug re- turn, for the good" you have done. 




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Trinkle - trink ! Trinklo - trink ! How the drops chime and wink ! 
Twiuklo-twiuk ! Twinkle-twiuk! Now like stars see us wink! 



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THE LITTLE GARDENER.— Concluded. 
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As the poor thirst - y plants hold their heads up to drink! 
For kind - ness hrings kind-ness,— so flow - ers all think." 




THE LITTLE GARDENER. 



Kj^te L. Brown 

Allegretto grazioso. 



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Mrs. Pollen. Eleanor Smith. 

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2. Sweet peas and morn-iug gio - lies, A bed of vio - lets blue, 




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There were pints and niig-non-ette. And tu - -lips and ros - e 

And mar - i - golds and as - ters lu An - nie's gar - den grew. 




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LITTLE ANNIE'S GARDEN.— Concluded. 



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And there the pretty but - ter-flies And la - - dy - birds flew. 
In her own pretty gar - den, Little An - nie went to play. 




THE LITTLE PLANT. 

Kate L. Brown. W. W. Gilchrist. 

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"Wake ! wake ! said the sun - shine. And creep to the light ; 



248 



THE LITTLE PLANT.— Concluded. 




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THE WHEEL-WRIGHT. 



Emily Huntington Milleu. 
Moderato. 



Eleanok Smith. 



1. March to - geth - er and nev - er stop, Here Ave go to the 

2. Tliis is the an - gcr, slim and long, Tmn'd by the wheel-wright's 

3. These are the spokes all shap'd a - right, This is the hub that 



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THE WHEEL-WRIGHT.— Concluded. 



249 



Wheel- Wright's shop-Wheel-wright! show its the way you do, 

hands so strong. Straight and stead - y the au - ger goes. And 
holds them tight, This is the rim of i - ron and wood. To 




Mak - ing the wheel so round and true, Turn - ing fast and 
smooth and true the hole itl. grows, Turn -ing stead -y and 
fin - ish my wheel so use - ful and good. Turn - ing fast and 

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Fine. 



turning slow.This is the way the wheel must go. 
turning slow, This is theway the auger must go. 
turning slow, This is the way the wheel must go. 



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250 THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD. 



Emily Huntingtox Miller. 
Allegretto marcato 



Eleanor Smith. 





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THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD.— Continued. 251 



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ride to fiud The child tliat is lov - ing and good and kind. 

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252 THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD— Concluded. 






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THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD. 

Emily Huntixgtox Milleu. Eleanou Smith. 

llegretto marcato. 



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THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD.— Continued. 253 

Adagio. 



vis - it tLehap-py cliil-dren's land? Ah, brave knights you will 

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all he sad To know that my child is self - ish and bad. 

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254 THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD.— Concluded. 



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THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER. 

Emily Huntington Miller. 



E. S. 



F P F F 



1. Jin - gle, jingle, jin - gle ; Hop I hop ! hop ! 

2. 'Nex - er fear, uiy darling ! Look, and see, 



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All the Kuiglits are smiling. Siuil - iug- at me. You shall stay with 



THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.— Concluded. 



255 



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rid - ing shall go. Kid - ing, a - rid - ing o - ver hill and dell, 




But bring hira back at eve - ning, Be-cause we love hira well. 
But youll come back at eve - ning, Be-cause we love him well. 




THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER. 

Emily HuNTiisiGTON Mtlleu, Eleakoh Smith. 

Allegretto con tnoto. mf 



1. I hear the bu - gle sound -ing, So mer - ry and so clear; 

2. You can- not have my dar - ling, So do not liu-ger here. 



256 



THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.— Continued. 



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The kniglits come gaily rid - ing, Tliey want tliee, child, I fear. 
Safe in my heart I'll keep him, He is so good and dear. 

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Now hide thee quick, my dar - ling. And nes - tie close to me, 
Now do not tar - ry Ion - ger. But swift - ly ride a - way; 





For not one dim - pled fin - ger The gal - lant knights sliall see. 
Peep out and smile, m^- lad - die. And hid the knights good-day. 



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THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.—Concluded. 



257 



can - not have my bon - iiy lail, Ee - cause I love him "well. 



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HIDE AND SEEK. 



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Henrietta E. Eliot. 
Indante con inoto. 



After Haydx. 



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Where are yon, my Ba - by? You've left me a - lone; "Who'll 




missed Jj™ so loBg ; ¥/X far, far a - way. Ill thank a - ny - 




258 



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CUCKOO. 



HExniETTA R. Eliot. 
Molto vioderato, p dolce. 



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Fred. Fikld Bullaru, 
Op. 30, No. 2. 



Cuck - oo, cuck - 00. The Click - oo calls you, dear, Cuck 



p dolce. 



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CUCKOO. —Concluded. 
mf rail, penseroso. ^ a tempo. 



259 




wants my lit - tie one. Ah. now you've found him. dear. You will both he 




happy here, Cuck-oo, cuck-oo, cuck-oo. 

^n^ ';'«■ I Tempo I. . / — ^ 




Kate L. Brown. 
Andantino. p 



HIDING GAME. 



Carl Eeinecke. 



9 n,?r ^*^"'^ ^? ^^^ '■ - ?^* ; ^^ ^"^ ^^P-P^- s^njJ and play 
2. Our cir-clenowis brok-en. Look up iud yoS may saj^ 



260 



HIDING GAME — Concluded. 




'No Lreak is in oi.r cir - cle, We f>nig with voic - es gay ; 
What lit - tie child lias left us, Aud hid - den sale a - Avay ; 




Here stand -wo ail u - nit - ed For hap -py song and play. 
If., you will tell us right -ly. We'll clap you in our play. 




GUESSING THE SINGER. 

K.A.TE L. Browx. {Sivabian Popular Song.) Caul Eeineckk. 



Andante. 




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Blindfolded child sings : 

1. Tlie son-: I am sing - in g, My friend must re - peat; 
All the children sing : 

2. Hush! cliil-dren, and lis - ten, Till out rings the song. 



GUESSING THE SINGER.— Concluded. 




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THE CHURCH. 



Laura E. Richards. 
Tranquillo. 



Eleanor Smith. 



«>' 1 TT^^I 



1. Hark! the cburch-bell's pleas-aiit sound; Let us go, my cliild, 

2. Let your heart be pure and clean, "When to church you go; 

3. God who sends the nier - ry breeze. Blow -ing hero and there, 

4. In the church so calm, so still. When your child-isli heart 

5. Once he sent to dwell on earth, Je - sus, bless -ed child. 




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262 



THE CHURCH.— Continued. 



There where ev - 'ry Sun - day morn 
For all sweet and love - ly things 
Sends the might - y storms that rage 
With a sol - eum joy doth fill, 
From the hour that gave him birth, 



Rings tho suin-mons mild. 
Tliere you'll learn to know. 
Thro' the np - per air. 
That, too, is his part. 
Pure and un - de - filed. 




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Thro' the loft - y windows there. 
Learn of God who gives us all, 
Yet so lov - ing kind is he, 
He who lov - ing pa-rents gave, 
Trj-, like him, my lit - tie child. 



Eain-how light is streaming fair. 
Birds that sing and stieams that fall, 
Ev - 'i-y small-est leaf you see 
Sis - ter sweet and broth -er brave. 
To be gen - tie, kiud and mild ! 




From the doors wide open thrown Peals the or-gan's sol - enin tono. 
Sun and moon in glorious light, Trees and flow'rs in beau-ty bright. 
Knows his care and does his will. Owns his wisdom Avork -ing still. 
Gives the pow'r to love and bless. Bringing joy and hap - pi - ness. 
For 'tis thus your will you'll show To the God who loves you so. 



THE CHURCH.— Concluded. 



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Kate L. Brown. 
Allegretto, mf Dolce. 



After an Old French Lullaby. 



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1. First to one friend, then an-oth-er, Mer-ri - ly our ball will stray; 

2. First to one friend, then an-oth-er, Lit- tie Ma-ry now Avill stray, 

3. Round about our pret -ty play-room All the children love to stray; 



264 



WANDERING SONG.—Concluded. 






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On it goes a - moiigtlie cliildreii, Hap-py corn-rade in their play; 
Slie -will vis- it witli the cliildien, Hap-py coni-rade iu tlieirplay; 
Siug-iiig wel-conie to the suiisliiue. Golden sniisliiiie on its way ; 




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Wishing one and then an-oth- er. Wishing all 


a pleas-ant day. 


"Wishing one and then an-oth- er, Wishing all 


a pleas-ant day. 


Wishing pictures, birds and flow- ers, Each and all 


a pleas-ant day, 






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THE VISIT. 



265 



Kate L. Brown. 

Allegro Commodo. f 



From ^'Childrens' Songs." 
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2. Dear lit - tie friends a - cross the way, We're sor 



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266 



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THE WANDERING SONG. 



Nora A. Smith. 
Allegro non troppo. mf 



FuED. Field Bullard, 
Op. 30, :N'o, 7. 
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1. TVe love to go a - loam - ing On sun - ny days of Spring, 

2. We love to go a - roam - ing T\'henSummerdays have come, 

3. We lovo to go a - roam - ing On ha - zj' Au-tumudays, 
i. We love to go a - roam - ing In frost - y Win - tor - time, 



THE WANDERING SONG.— Continued. 



267 



"Wlieu first the buds be-giu to peep. And birds be - gin to sing: 
And hear the wbis-per of the grass. The insects' sleep - y Imiu : 
When beeches vrave their. vel- low flags And scar- let ma- pies blaze; 
When all the i - cy streams are still. And mer-ry sleigh-bells chime: 



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Tne ros - es bloom on 
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in the field, The ba - by 
ev - 'ry side, Tlie wheat is 
up his luits. The corn is 



leaves un-fold, 
grow - ing high, 
gath - er'd in, 



The skat -ers skim a - cross tlio pond. The north-wind whistles free. 



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And lil - ies blossom white and gold Wliere qui-et wa - ters lie... 

And ro sy ap - ples.smooth and ripe. Fill np the farmer's bin. 

And in the si- lent for - est waits The dar-ling Christmas Tree. 



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love to go 


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roam - ing, We 
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love to go a - roam - ing On snn - ny days of Spring, 

love to go a - roam - ing When Smu-mer days have come, 

love to go a- roam - ing On h? - zy Au-tumn days, 

love to go a - roam - ing In frost - y Win - ter time. 



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RIPPLING, PURLING LITTLE RIVER. 

W. W. Gir.CHKIST. 




From " Children' sSoni^s, and How to Sittz them. ' With pennissioii of W. L. Tomlins. 



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RIPPLING, PURLING LITTLE RIVER.— Continued. 269 




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INDEX OF FIEST LIKES. 



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All about, all about Baby's feet are flying 
All gone ! The supper's gone ! 
Busy is the Carpenter . 
Busy is the Carpenter . 
Butterflies, butterflies . 
Come, children, with me to the garden 
Come, lovely light, and shine on us 
Come, my Baby, you shall make 
Cover the eyes all close and tight 
Creeping, slowly creeping 
Cuckoo, cuckoo 

Dear little friends across the way 
Down goes Baby, Mother's pet 
First to one friend, then another 
Five little children. 
Five little maidens all in a row 
Fly, little bird, in the golden sun 
From the willow branches slender 
Galloping fast and galloping free 
Hark ! the church-bell's pleasant sound 
Here come riding the knights so gay 
Here stand we all united 
Here's a pretty cradle nest . 
Here's Grandpapa and Grandmamma 
Hey, the Rabbit ! Ho, the Rabbit ! 
How beautiful ! how joyous . 
I hear the bugle sounding 
I lived first in a little house . 
In a hedge just where 'tis best 
In little Annie's garden . 
In the heart of a seed 
I saw you toss the kites on high . 
Jingle, jingle, jingle 
" Lady Moon, Lady Moon, sailing so high 
Little star that shines so bright . 
March together and never stop 
Merry and swift in the crystal stream 
Merry little fishes .... 
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Now go to sleep, my Thuinbkin. so clumsy and strong 

Now see them here, these friends so dear 

Now the stars begin to peep . 

birdie, gleaming on the wall 

Oh, call the pigeons, baby dear . 

Oh, see the gate ! It opens wide . 

Oh, why does the Charcoal Burner stay 

O look at the moon ... 

One piece this way and one piece that 

pretty bird, shining bird 

O see my pigeon-house, so high ! . 

Over blue eyes, gray or brown 

Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo light . 

Peter, Peter, quickly go . 

Plane, plane, plane .... 

Pretty garden-gate, we pray you . 

Rippling, purling little river'. 

Rippling, sparkling in the sun 

See the trees all in a row 

Shall we show you how the Farmer 

Smell the flow'r, my child, and see 

Swing ! swong ! this is the way 

The brook is flowing merrily. 

The busy mill, the busy mill . 

The song I am singing . 

The stars are tiny daisies high 

The Thumb is one . 

The weather vane is perch'd on high 

The windmill's fans around they go 

This is little Tommy Thumb. ' . 

This is the loving Mother 

This is the loving Mother 

This way, that way, turns the weather vane 

Thumbs and fingers sav, "Good morning" 

Tick-tack ! tick-tack ! ' . . 

Tiny fingers in a row 

Twinkle, twinkle, little star . 

Under the glowing sun . 

Up and down and in and out 

Weave the little basket, fill it up with posies 

We love to go a-roaming 

What does little birdie say . 

When little Birdie bye-bye goes . 

Where are you. my Baby? 

Where the wild rose spreads its bowers 



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